Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Nature Walk

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The fern fronds glow with a clean, green light,
and I lift one and point out the spores, curled
like sleep on the back, the rows so straight,
so even, that I might be convinced of Providence
at this moment. My daughter is seven.
She looks at the spores, at the leaf, at the plant,
at this wise, wide forest we are in, and sighs
at my pointing out yet another Nature Fact.
But look, I say, each one is a baby ready
to grow. Each one can become its own fern.
But she is already moving down the path
toward the bridge and whatever’s beyond.


Gillian Wegener has had poetry published or forthcoming in Spillway, Packinghouse Review, Up the Staircase, and Sow’s Ear. Her first full-length collection of poetry, The Opposite of Clairvoyance, was published in 2008 by Sixteen Rivers Press. She lives in Modesto, CA, where she hosts the monthly 2nd Tuesday Reading Series, has recently been appointed Modesto poet laureate, and is mom to nine-year old Sophia.


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