Earth blown figurine in green,
the unfurling moonwort strained
above albino under-strivings
to boast emerald fiddleheads above
the proud gray face of basined rock.
And there, just in the acorn hour,
the airborne spores in elegant descent
settled on the breathing cup of soil
and began to grip the bordered land.
When again the thaws released
the water, pushing through the cold,
each moonwort spread its fibrous hold
and from each webby ball was thrust
out through the warmed and cracking crust
an earth blown figurine,
See a photo of a moonwort at Wikimedia.org.
Poem first published in Port of Call and Other Poems (The Caliban Press, Baltimore, MD, 1975.)