Ferns

Jasper green moss 

has engulfed 

the invigorating, refined, 

rough, white limestone, hand honed walls 

by tools made of stone,

sat upon by the ancient ‘lone 

before the wash of emerald’s puddled 

robe joined to line the lane of footed prints 

pressed in lemon balm’s minted 

carpets infused with lavender cyclamen, 

dusty sage and violet blossoms 

of oregano on hinge

to rise for foot again, 

bedded my view from Antipata 

to Fiskardou Bay today.

Before the drops did’th come,

they say,

non like these had ever dropped. 

Calla lilies’ have clung 

to the roots of the fir, 

black pine and cypress to flourish 

in mid air. 

The dwarf irises are opening 

and I Ieant 

to confirm the scent 

of three saffron stigmas 

in the heart of an autumn crocus 

growing amid 

a fiddlehead bed 

of miniature ferns.