Green Man

Spring [bad word]  the need of strife, 
To [bad word] to be freed from hard ground. 
The evening mists that creep and crawl, 
Will drench in the dew and so drown. 
Sol in prime sweet summertime, 
Cast shadows of doubt on my face. 
midday sun, its caustic hues, 
Refracting within the still lake. 
Autumn in her flaming dress, 
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves. 
My mistress of the frigid night, 
I worship pray to on my knees. 
Winter's breath of filthy snow 
Befrosted paths to the unknown, 
Have my lips turned [bad word] purple... 
Life [bad word] to an end. 
So says me, me wiccan friend. 
 [bad word] full circle. 
I'm the green man.The green man.