Amanita Muscaria
The Green Man strains to the winter call
As Summer memories surrender to Fall
A merry dance of frost and rain
As Jack scrawls upon my window pane
In the woods without a sound
Sprouts a bright red tunic all puffed and proud
With big white buttons and scarlet cap
A play for Muscaria the country chap
But night crawlers heed his generous pose
For once on stage his hands will close
Pinewood County
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I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, GuyPaul. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.