The Green Man

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Green Man I See

By Virginia Carraway Stark

Green Man I see you peeping

In the woods while it was dark and

On the mossy carpet I was weeping

I see you watching from the burls

And your hair moving in the moss and twigs

Through the dappled air your presence is seeping

Green Man I feel you watching

When I come into the forest shadows

As I was a-climbing, fishing, catching

I saw your eyes appraising me and thinking

In your mind that moves like leaves and does

Each time we see each other I feel us meshing

Your eyes are full of sorrows for the things that are no more

Once your realm was every mountain and vallley

Where springtime came and greenbuds bloom

Now the world has shrunkens small and there is no room at all

But still you are never shrinking

Green Man is the size that Green Man is and there will never

Be another like you

Green Man I feel you feelings

I feel it too, the coolness of the air

The entry into the cathedral of your temple

And I can hear your heartbeat beating

I walk on feet that feel like flying as sunbeams

Bathed in green like shafts come stabbing

In your holy place I feel you, I feel me healing

Green Man I see you reaching

With the spring turned to summer

The Universe itself has you in His keeping

You feel no fear, you have no trepidations

Those are human was of talking

What is will be, at bud, blossom or harvest’s reaping.

– mixed media on paper, copyright 2014 Virginia Carraway Stark

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Here is some information about The Green Man, the famed mysterious god of Northern Europe:

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