Green man

Ancient energy held archetypal and profound,
waiting always at the edge of form and mind,
speaking, whispered through deep oceans,
laughing lightly in the depths of distant cloud,
hiding, mischievous  and ready throughout time;
god of green and natured things, where life abounds.


Dancing lightly through the edge of reason,
teasing at the root and leaf of jungled thought,
so does the power of nature take new, abundant form,
and calls to sure account, that bursting, blistered sap
of life, drawn down into material and held within
the heart and hands of raw, rich possibility;
surges unique, and beautiful, in creatured grin.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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