A Poem for the Green Man

Sing mountain,
sing meadow,

ask rivers, ask aspens to tell, of their wild son who, walked long ago

He who wanders, with forest women
across snow drifts, at the Crest’s cliff
unkempt shepherd, mud-born and grinning

A dancing man, with great ram horns
moving among, worlds of man and beast

noise maker, Earth’s lover, for Earth still mourns.

Pass your crown to, who our town needs
to guide us through, valleys and peaks
as seasons change, as wind spreads seeds
Lead us towards, dancing in the sky

gather from the dirt, hunt for your meat
keep us living, while green things die

Sing mountain,
sing meadow,

ask rivers, ask aspens, to choose, a man from those, we love and know