The Green Man-Michael Erickson, Guest Barista

I remember you, gold flashing under the sky.

Wandering from the path, my small body crawling between vines.

You wore a garment woven from the Earth.

A living tapestry it was, moving with live flora.

Sunlight played upon your mask of burnished leaves as you lowered yourself to my eyes.

I lifted a finger, tracing it along your brow.

There among the trees, a mortal touched a Green Man of Old.

-M.E. Inkowl

Read more of Michael’s writing at The Ink Owl

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