The Green Man

Strangely silent
The day.
Wherein
My sycamore 
Has burgeoned
Into leaf.
And shadowed
All my room
With green.
Lush life.

How I would wish
To be its mirror
And hold
The living moment
In my soul.
To dance
The hedgerow
In a coat
Of velvet green
And quench my thirst
Within a silver stream.

JL May 30 12:27