Dancing Ferns

While walking through the woods this morning, I observed thousands of acid-green fronds on the vibrant ferns.

Dancing Ferns

Uncoiling their fronds and growing up high,

They tremble and quiver and reach for the sky.

Leaves like lace adorning the gloom,

Sweep through the wood like a magical broom.

Silver-grey backs hiding from view,

Speckled with spores of caramel hues.

A swaying dance the audience can see,

A spectacular show, natural and free...

Sue Wood

Timeless Shores Poetry Book