Unexpected
of deepest night
it has come
without warning
bringing down the heavens
surrounding us
close and still
in our moonlit forest
midnight’s snowfall
shimmers like star clusters
under twinkling sky
on the ensparkled boughs
of old growth
it blankets
our high-mountain meadow
in crystal’d down
this night
fell quiet and crisp
a great white owl
echoes
through frosted cedar
lover and beloved
we entwine
‘neath winter’s window
with dreams
and one another
we sleep
in gentle slumber
we traverse time
and space
adrift
in random wonder
we breathe
the ebb and flow
of nocturne
but I’ve drifted
to a winter long ago
you
by firelight
warm and soft
in my arms
the night
that first we kissed
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2021
smothering damp and languid
dense with dread
ominous and dangerous
twilight having receded
moonlight labors hard
slowly shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud
gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees
their spindly spiked branches
thrust skyward knobbed and twisted
their trunks bent threateningly
muffled deep within my soul
a chaotic chill of seeming voices
shiver a darkling quaver
no no, no mo’ snow — please!
lakes bejeweled in crystal
winter’s dressing hand
To check out more poems at dVerse: CLICK HERE
To check out more poems at The Sunday Muse: CLICK HERE
See more work at Poets & Storytellers: CLICK HERE