Maidenhair Fern
M orning sunlight is the visual canvas
A rt of fronds in greens and golds
I ridescence brushes each surface
D rawing Bruges-like shadows
E merald embroidery in the air
N ature outside may slumber
H ere in the warmth of my home
A iry pinna capture the essence
I n feathery greenery that whispers
R eturn she will, keep faith
F or this is the joy of the indoor garden
E veryday magick is the Circadian
R eminding that summer is just out of sight
N o further than The Wheel’s revolution
~ kei
1 December 2015