The necks of the ferns
the fiddleheads opening
like the wings of butterflies
the blood making them rigid
the ferns unfurling
like massive sails of the undergrowth
warming even without sunlight
filtered in the mist of the morning
green an endless sight
May 23, 2011
driving on Route 93
New Hampshire
May 23, 2011
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