Curly Willow- The Green Man
Curly Willow hangs his hat on a sickle moon.
Feeds the stars and comets with a silver spoon.
Sentinel of spring and of April showers.
Guardian of meadows and summer flowers.
Calls out to sleeping dawn when it’s time to wake.
Plops flowered lily pads on each mirrored lake.
He wanders through the mist of a boggy hollow,
dances by the pond where bullfrogs wallow.
Curly makes his bed inside the weeping willow,
to dream emerald dreams with moss for his pillow.
Feeds the stars and comets with a silver spoon.
Sentinel of spring and of April showers.
Guardian of meadows and summer flowers.
Calls out to sleeping dawn when it’s time to wake.
Plops flowered lily pads on each mirrored lake.
He wanders through the mist of a boggy hollow,
dances by the pond where bullfrogs wallow.
Curly makes his bed inside the weeping willow,
to dream emerald dreams with moss for his pillow.
This poem is copyright (©) Moe Phillips 2026
About the Writer
Moe Phillips
Moe is a poet, writer and filmmaker. Recipient of a Gold Clio in 2019, for her work with Disney, she has been published in over twenty anthologies for children and adults. She is a regular contributor to Bella Grace Magazine. Moe has created short films for award winning poets - Naomi Shihab Nye, Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. Her latest creation is “The Feisty Beast” an audio content series she pens and produces.
