If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. ~ Terri Guillemets
Green man in the garden Staring from the tree, Why do you look so long and hard Through the pane at me? Your eyes are dark as holly, Of sycamore your horns, Your bones are made of elder-branch, Your teeth are made of thorns. Your hat is made of ivy-leaf, Of bark your dancing shoes, And evergreen and green and green Your jacket and shirt and trews. Leave your house and leave your land And throw away the key, And never look behind, he creaked, And come and live with me. I bolted up the window, I bolted up the door, I drew the blind that I should find The green man never more. But when I softly turned the stair As I went up to bed, I saw the green man standing there. Sleep well, my friend, he said. Charles Causley
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