Friday Fern Rima

My Favorite Stone

Fern Rima

One can almost hear the fingers of survival pushing through

the tight green heads from bare-stripped soil

they reach so urgently from winter’s deadwood brew

time to start the summer toil!

Next to the creek where white hydrangeas grew

still dry and dead from the season’s last recoil

there now we see life move again where all the frost is gone

a robin chirps: bring it on, bring it on!

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