DRINKING THE SEASON

D7B72233-D238-4F3C-BBC2-E2AE831BB79ADecember comes to the forest
as an ocean on the head

Something finally dissolves
and a man turns to mist
as struggle takes its leave

Most birds play it safe
but some brave birds still sing—
the rain makes the kid in them
get up and dance

Their whistle
and the tappity tap tap
on the roof of the hut
are the only sounds

The moss grows by the minute
greening boulder and bolder yet

Conquering the forest with Greenness
thereby settling it
once and for all

Drinking the rain
as the night drinks the dark
and the man drinks the season

-Ryan Van Lenning

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