A frond,
A tiny cartwheel,
Slowly unfurling,
Perfect, simple.
Resembling
Sea horses, paisley.
Growing, you stretch into
A living feather.
Unfurling…
Like a lizard’s tongue.
The koru,
A symbol of strength,
New life,
Rebirth.
The Silver Fern
16 Friday May 2014
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Well this is serendipitous. I was jogging today and saw some tall, plains grass with their tendrils all curled like Shirley Temple’s blonde locks. I guess today is all about the spiral. 🙂
It must be Alex! I’m impressed by the jogging!