Wild Fern

Wild Fern

A Poem by Phibby Venable



Wild fern, unflowerable, rugged with roots
In my country you ride a hard wind
in a fragile darkness of greenery
looking small before the sun
You seem so lonely here
Softness and shade, your hideaway,
your seasonal view of things
Now Winter has begun, and the two of us
hover near bluehearted springs
lightheaded with the fantasy snow brings
My eyes, my mouth, my throat lift
to catch the clear crystalline promises
of the first snow, before slush
disillusions the beauty with brevity
You have a preference for the rain,
and for the sun gently edging
through the broad oak to find you
You lift a hundred lush arms in answer
I still settle for that one, unique pattern
of white perfection, lingering only a moment
from melting

© 2013 Phibby Venable


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tuned perfectly...it's a pleasure to read your singing

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ferns are a mystical subject. I love the weather dance, you reflect on. It's cool how you keep the ferns noble while touching on a few other subjects.. Pleasant read. Cheers:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


oh, oh, too beautiful

perfect words for today

Posted 9 Years Ago


Phibby Venable

9 Years Ago

thank you my friend! i feel sorry for the ferns...
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Phibby Venable
Phibby Venable

abingdon, VA



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http://youtu.be/25XE-BHGvWI http://youtu.be/B2klgDKMUq0 I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..

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