On the Shore

Red and gold sassafras

Slender green tasseled grass

And the lake waves say

 “too soon, too soon.”

White mares’ tails streak blue skies

sea gulls slide and slip in air

trembling shadows on the sand

whisper so I can hear

 “too soon, too soon

this day will end too soon.”

The Green Man Lives

The Green Man Lives

Hear the silent drumbeat

see the unknown sound

feel the pulse

of rivers underground;

of sap the runs through veins

of a billion leaves.

Unearthly music

in the turning of leaves

in the wind.

A scattering of milkweed

silk seed glide.

Breathe sweet warmth

honey sun on skin enters in.

Touch earth with soles of feet.

Lie down where marigolds grow.

Breath in leaf mold--

the green man lives.

excerpted from my book, Between Sweetwater and Sand

available from Amazon.com and bn.com and elsewhere.

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