station folio / vellum room / dawn
p9r.st
a field station for unnamed specimens
Bracken after rain
Found pressed against the lower pane where condensation gathered in a silver seam. The fronds kept the shape of the weather, each leaflet holding a small green refusal to dry.
Foxglove bells
The bells leaned inward as though listening to the soil. Purple had almost left them by the time they entered the ledger, but the ink remembers every spotted throat.
Yarrow of the chalk path
A pale constellation gathered from the track where cartwheels cut the grass. Its bitterness stained the paper faintly, as if the page had developed a memory of medicine.
Maidenhair in shade
It grew where no direct sun could name it. The black stems crossed like handwriting in a closed diary, and every small fan trembled at the opening of the door.
Meadowsweet at the river gate
Sweetness lingered long after the specimen dried, a honeyed ghost rising whenever the cabinet was opened. The river took the rest of the plant that evening.
Seed pods, unclaimed
No hand signed the final card. Three pods remained tied with linen thread, quietly carrying the next meadow inside their paper walls.