Fiddlehead Soup

"The first time I saw hundreds of fiddlehead ferns boiling in an enormous pot I realized what an odd person I must be to hear tiny cries from the mouths of cooking vegetables. - Author: Maureen Seaton

as a midday's mandolin rain fell

eternity entranced amidst tattered remnants of hell

angels laughed and danced

divinely and lovingly enhanced

rosining up a bow

realizing through faith all of those things that we otherwise would never know

up and over a mountain pass

thank heaven we had plenty of gas

walking a lonely road with a heavy load

we could both see and hear them growing by the side of the road

deep emerald green

you could just picture the scene

if you could only feel what i felt and know what i mean

summer's unhinged screen door

evening the score

forever enriching that which is poor

more than mere folklore

no paltry magic or trick

a shillelagh is not just a stick

where would we be without music

humanity and creation in the same group

all of the ingredients paid and present for

fiddlehead soup

Author's Note

"I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright." - Thoreau