Remember me, try to remember.
I am that laughing man with eyes like leaves.
When you think that winter will never end, I will come.
You will feel my breath, a vine caressing your foot.
I am the red eye of a crocus opening in the snow
a trickle of water, a shaft of light among the trees:
You will hear me singing
among the green groves of memory,
and the shining leaves of tomorrow.
I'll come with daisies in my hands,
we'll dance among the sycamores
Once more.
(With the help of my Muse LR)



Comments: 62
Thanks for the kind words.
Great poem, Esther!
(I've been told that in order to be a true Green Man, the image must have roots or stems growing out of Green Man's mouth, as yours does. Otherwise, it's a "foliated face," or so my Wiccan friends tell me).
Nice post by you and your muse, Esther.
very nice Ester
Love and blessings - S.
in all its season of green-ness!
God Bless!
We have had two solid days of freezing weather and now today it is 62 degrees and sunny outside. It's no wonder everyone is sick around here with this crazy weather here! :o
<3 Krystal