Friday, March 29, 2013

The Green Man Lives

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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