in the still morning
quiet rain works its way
down through the branches
one drop embracing another
until heavy enough
to slide off edges and drop from buds
to fall to the green beds below
shaking leaves awake
the bush comes alive
as each small union of sky-tears
leap toward the earth
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the green man reaches up
to touch your snow-feathered shoulder
and you hold him in your pale hands
and take him into the dark places
binding him in a lunar eclipse
as you honour the enchanted union
with the son of the land
queen and daughter, wife and sister
you have many names
Artemis, Marama, Cerridwen, Hekate, Rhiannon, Arianhod
they are our gifts to you, whispered into the wind
our way of calling you family
but in the dark
he does not need to know your name
all he needs is the scent of your hair
the sound of your voice
the touch of your hand
and the ring of silver
©clairegriffin2017
invisible necessity 