The Green Man
Happy vernal equinox. Here's a poem to celebrate the return of spring.
wood creaks sap quickens fingertips wake the almost the held breath chest swells pulse in veins roots stretch he could remain solid, closed held in long sleep safe in winter but the pull is patient insistent eyes remain closed winter-sealed, hard along their edges buds gather tight they push outward until his lashes are leaf he does not move only feels life returning through limbs, marrow through rising green