The Green Man

From the Sovereigns of the Seasons collection 

The Green Man
Rapid March crosses earth,
Hills like liquid shift and slip.
Green vapours, rising froth,
Potion laid upon parched lips.

Bramble buds, infant leaves,
Open palms join and curl.
He emerges from their weave,
Stretching as the spring unfurls.

Sunlit smiles between branches.
A flexing limb, a spiral shoot.
An elbowed stick pushes, reaches,
Twirling toes within the roots.

Brush beard, twitching, smirking
Or wind rustling new green?
Subtle fingers, deftly working,
Movement sensed, moves unseen.

Green Man, authoring the earth,
Hills and pastures, pages, quills.
Poets call for magic's birth,
Efforts unequal to his skill.

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme

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