The Green Man

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 blue eye of a crocus,

opening in the snow,

a trickle of water, a calling bird,

a shaft of light among the trees.

You will hear me singing

among the green groves of memory,

and the shining leaves of tommorrow.

I'll come with daisies in my hands -

we'll dance among the sycamores

....................once more