Green Man Maturation Poem by Patrick Frazier

The green infant
Shakes dew off his rooty head
These knots in the trees look like faces

The green child blows petals off flowers
Each lights up, becoming a fairy
These branches spread as my veins do

The green adolescent can be found sketching gravestones
Or slipping in and out a crowded festival of lovers
I've seen his twisted crown before

The Green Man's emerald visage shimmers
Cryptic women in sheer clothing twirl in the moonlight
He rescues a shivering child from his hallow wilderness
And places her back in her adult mind.