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I take a walk in my neighborhood. One of the gifts of living in South Louisiana are the live oak trees. We have been getting rain every day this summer. It helps to keep temperatures reasonable, in the 80’s rather than the 90’s, and it resurrects the resurrection fern.
This morning the sun was up and glowing on the fern. I often refer to this phenomenon in my poetry. A word search on my blog turned up 9 results. To celebrate the fern today, I am re-using the lines in a photo-poem.
My senses awake like resurrection fern after the rain,
Grandmother Oak holds her jewels
of resurrection fern and Spanish moss
like modest ornaments.
Fern glistens in the emerging sun.
Her branches open wide for resurrection fern.
Being present is easy
when the light shines
on resurrection fern
making shadows to
fascinate me.
Live oaks reveal God’s name,
open resurrection fern.
I also found this poem gift from Diane Mayr.
Image by Diane Mayr
Reflections on the Teche 