Across the meadow
looks like Helianthus and the girls
are gathering again
for their morning walk
oh shit
the damned sky is on fire
again
I mean —
what the hell…
looks like that fuckin’ rewsky
is blowin’ things up again
ya’ know
his stupid war
certainly puts a damper on
a beautiful Kiev morning
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Across the meadow
last night’s dew clings
fondly to the old-growth
wrapped in crystalline embrace
it adorns the stately cedars
as if diamonds
that sparkle
in the morning sun
a splendor befitting
their regal beauty
this Spring day
begins bright and crisp
bird songs lilt
carried on a light breeze
in the meadow
Helianthus raise their golden heads
to follow the sun’s journey west
I see you afar
approaching on the path
backlit by sunrise
your hair golden in dawn’s glow
I watch you
as you stop to rest
in this moment
my love
perks its tender head
I’m consumed
your dog has trotted ahead of you
to meet me in the sunflowers
chuffing in excitement
I look
to catch site of you
again
so beautiful
your lips sculpt a smile
I’m swept away
on passion’s tide
this golden sunflower morning
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse