Dave Bronson
A Leading
This forest shares its secrets with the wind,
Its whispered acorns; deeply buried prayers.
Where ferns glow green and stretch out spongy limbs,
And lichened rocks are holy altar stairs.
Black beetles genuflect and flash their shells.
Moth’s tattered wings reach out to supplicate.
The breath within the soil gently swells,
And lifts up cantillations to the day.
A tree trunk lays itself in feathered moss,
While rings of ivy lash it to the ground.
The ancient Oak knew nothing of it’s loss,
And wears the vines as Hera wears her crown.
I knew all this when I was still a child,
When God still showed His nature in the wild.
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Furled fronds of young ferns :) sooo magical and intricate.... But worth every second of work!
They are adorned with Faceted prehnite .
Soft patina finish.
Lovely lever back earwires.
They are lightweight but sturdy.
Length: 55 mm
They ship in 5 working days.
Enjoy!
L.
