from ~
The Book of the Green Man
Of the seasons,
seamless, a garland.
Solstice
to equinox —
days,
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
trough an undulant
blue.
_____________________
Ronald Johnson
The Book of the Green Man
Norton, 1967
There is something beguiling and transfixed,
at least it happens to me, when I re-approach
Johnson's early books published exquisitely
by Norton.
