The Green Man Lives
Hear the silent drumbeat
see the unknown sound
feel the pulse
of rivers
underground;
of sap that runs
through veins
of a billion leaves.
Unearthly music
in the turning of leaves
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.
Breathe in leaf mold—
the green man lives.
--Barbara Spring
This poem is from my book Between Sweetwater and Sand that will be published soon.
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