the coming night soon will stir
I sit quietly in my old red chair
with warm memories gathered ’round me
forward through the years they’ve come
memories of those I’ve been well to know
been blessed to love, and who’ve loved me
for those now gone beyond – a tender tear
my heart is full, my spirit calm, my life is sweet
I surrender to another year in fate’s embrace
I am grateful for my life, never sought perfection
I have been given so very much for so very long
the sun that rises golden to warm the day
the breeze that wafts soft upon my face
mountains that rise majestic, covered in old growth
the rivers, the lakes, the clear mountain streams
the teeming nature and vital plants
so plentiful on this beautiful earth
my precious children and grandchild
the miraculous moments of their birth
I have felt the power of the mighty ocean
breaking on the boulders ‘neath rugged western cliffs
watched the sun set, coral and golden, into the azure sea
had the love of a wife, and family, to share this all with me
would this evening’s reverie never end
but soon the lingering day will bow its head
as twilight fades I’ll watch this night descend
at 72 – grateful where my life has led
rob kistner © 2019
”My actual old red chair.”