Sitting here I wait for the right time to show
My face to you each season
Now I’m young again the reborn one
Of our pack no longer hobbling on
The stick taken from a branch to aid me
As the final season aches my back so
I appear withered when I’m merely tired
In need of sleep so I can return and help
The maiden when she wakes from her sleep
Stretching out in all her splendour
Fingers crooking and every year I am
Entranced again and we work as one
Through the trees I watch and wait for her
To return once more
As we are young together we grow old, tired
Withering and wizened in need of sleep
Resting the long winter
So the greenery lives again and I the man
The Green Man and my maiden are young again.
For @thewombwellrainbow. com
Picture credit: Green Man by John Law
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