Going Wild

The older I get, the more I curl into nature, like a song bird in the hollow of a tree, feeling every gust of wind, yet always prepared to avert danger.  It’s as if I’m already becoming part of the earth, in spirit, if not, in fact.  Yet, I’m not decomposing.  It’s quite the opposite;…

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Secret Society of Ferns

You spread yourself Across the woodland floor. A colony of answers. A secret society tucked In the woods, born of spores that were born of spores born millions of years ago. Your seed floating from woodland and swamp Through epochs and eras, across continents now divided By water and war. You are a living fossil….