Slice of Life 2019: Day 19
Fiddle Heads!
Hidden beneath brown leaves
they push up as little sheathes.
Soft, orange, and hairy —
At first they look scary.
Like a fresh born baby before its bath,
or a drunk at his draught.
A closer look at the tender shoot,
as it erupts from its mother’s root,
reveals a baby fern unraveling,
uncoiling and upwardly traveling,
seedlessly toward the sky,
spindly and spry.
Angelina's Garden 
Oooh they are scary little guys!!! I love all the mother and baby references.
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Just noticed them for the first time today in my garden
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Lovely poem. I was just looking at my ferns today… thinking that I need to clean out some of the brown fronds and open up space for the fiddleheads. Happy Spring!
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When they show up here I know spring is just a few days away!
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Love that rhyme. Nice work. Gnarly little shoots.
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Aren’t those shoots weird looking?
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I hear the word fiddle heads and I think of a scene in the book, “The Trolls”, by Polly Horvath. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a fiddle head before, so your pictures and words worth well worth the read.
Thank you for sharing today!
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Thanks for stopping by. Thank God for a sunny day to be outside and see all the signs of spring!
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