from The Book Of The Green Man

Of the seasons,
seamless, a garland.

Solstice
to equinox –
days,

measured a cock’s stride
come full circle.

The length of
breath,
a sequential foliage

firmly planted in
our veins,
we stand in our rayed form:

blue-eyed,
a chicory,

Sponsa Solis – & upon the sun appears
a face
also with rays

in descent
through an undulant

blue.

Ronald Johnson (1935 – 1998)

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On December 23, 2014 at 8:43 pm Maria F. said:

Beautiful!

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On December 26, 2014 at 9:19 pm Lynn said:

Charming & sensitive. Thank you.

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- On December 28, 2014 at 3:03 pm Secret Gardener said:
  
  Thank you, Lynne. I have been hyper-aware of neglected poets; some more unfairly neglected than others. I did like ‘length of breath’.
  —And it’s surprisingly difficult to find an artist intelligent, articulate, or educated who has something to say about the solstice.
  
  I never doubt Flegel. He is ALWAYS sensitive and often charming.
  
  Happy new year
  
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On December 31, 2014 at 9:33 am beealldesigns said:

Hi Cassie, Thank you for the beautiful images and poetry through the year. The title of this post, From the book of the green man, reminded me of this image I collected recently. I thought you would like it. Michelle

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