The Green Man

by Toni Cogdell

Tue, Mar 30, 2010

The silence is so profound it seems to have taken on a form of its own, creeping and stalking its way through the forest, feral and wild. Birdsong has faded, the air now only carrying the stillness of birds; creatures have stopped abruptly in their tracks, tasks at hand forgotten, even the breeze has been distracted from pushing branches back and forth in a game of tug-o-war. The silence that remains is deafening and thick with expectancy. Something is about to happen.

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