A bit of mechanical clock imagery. Couldn’t resist yet another pun on “spring.” But hopefully my deeper fascination with the fern’s self-revelation-as-reinvention comes through as well.
Published by Dave Bonta
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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