Linked
Shriveled with cold the golden hair of hedgerow ferns
droops, growth deserted,
bent over and brown.
A crown of wet spider-spun curls all that is left of their
former proud verdure as time
breaks all shape down.
Summer sprayed onto thin-fingered waving hands
shiny green glamour
from the ground nurture.
Climbing vines, supported by leaf-splayed invitation
space-ride on board to race
and reach highest first.
Hedgerow-togetherness proves contact works right
until autumn mists
become too cool for life.
Thick fronds tremble as death\'s sickle crumbles to
crumbs fern-fingered skin and
beheads blooms in ice.
Ends one display while roots know waiting Spring
is already linked
in prepared movement
to burst life-change from blueprints
and create infinite beauty
by new beginnings.