In darkness, everything is made
The rhythm of quiet
The feeling of droplets much larger than usual
Hanging heavy on fir bows
Until giving loose to gravity
For that deep soak under
Starless December sky
Grounded leaves
made too heavy to be carried by gust
And the moss reminds me of you
Growing through every inclement gust
That drives others inside away
From all this virulent dark wonder
12/04/2023