The fern in the sun
Is the cryptogam.
Frond and fibre rise
From humus and haulm,
The leaf and the loam
Work their synthesis.
The fern in the shade
Is the spire of God,
Esoteric, immune.
And from this I discern
The essence locked in the bloom,
The world in the word.
from So I Looked Down to CamelotFind more by Rosamund Stanhope at the library
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