Green Man calling
the voice in the woods craggy and rich
oak leaves fallen, deep gulleys filled with brown
dark eyes gazing out from behind trees, breath in the branches.
calling me to come closer
to be where the Earth welcomes me
among the protective rocks, trees bending around
a shield of bare branches
like bones
And
wrapping my legs around you, listening to your voice
your breath against my skin
Night falling in the sweetest moment
your form against candied skies
and then the quiet darkness and starry sky
I know your smell, love your eyes drinking me in.
And kneeling down in the deep leaves with your heat
is like coming home
Backyard Botanics@Miller Hill Farm 