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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