Joe Crocker

The Green Man 
(Spring triolet)

The Green Man wakes. His fingers rub the soil,
to turn its face and fallow to the light.
It quickens to his touch. So Spring uncoils.
The Green Man rakes his fingers through the soil.
Her fat and sugar melt. Stirred in that oil,
are grace and spice and voltage. They excite
the Green Man’s fingers, breaking through the soil,
to brush her face, her fallow, with the light.

Joe Crocker is no relation of the deceased Sheffield born rock singer. But he does live in Yorkshire and gets by (with a little help from his friends). His work has whimsically appeared online, on the back of an envelope, behind the sofa, under the counter and over the rainbow.