Springing from the dyke,
Nestling in the soft moss,
High up in the tree.
Hawthorn – old thorn,
Home to our fern,
Crab-apple , beech tree,
Oak, ash and elder;
Glimpsed through ivy –
On gatepost, gryke and dry-stone wall
Chinks in lime mortar and wizend bark –
Your laddered fronds wavering in the wind.
Weathering the storm,
Withering in drought,
Frozen hard in winter,
Brightest green in spring.
‘Laddered fronds wavering in the wind’…couldn’t be anything else – lovely 🙂
Taking time to see it all – just beautiful
I’m glad you’re appreciating it, thanks Catherine.