Unexpected / No No / Snowfall

 
Unexpected

~

in the frozen silence
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

 

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No No

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the fog rolls ‘cross the lowlands
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!


 
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Snowfall

~

still lands cloaked in white
lakes bejeweled in crystal
winter’s dressing hand

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2021

 

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66 thoughts on “Unexpected / No No / Snowfall”

  1. A great first line Rob, I don’t know whether to be worried or delighted – and it takes a while until I’m sure, and then that lovely turn where we’re back to a remembered snowfall. Lovely work.

    1. Thank you Peter. I frequently try to use an opening line with punch, to draw the reader solidly in, and it quickly sets a framework, given the shortness of poetry — also, often I like to misdirect, for the surprise, even shock value.

  2. I love this piece by Manhattan Transfer, listening as I type .. and beyond the end of my comment. Quite the lovely poem, Rob.

  3. That old romantic sparks till glows, brother. You are Mr. Nature and Lothario meets Robert Frost, with a pinch of Gary Snyder. Praise from on high, son. Can’t wait for you to read my Renga.

    1. Thank you brother! I will be by to read you over the weekend. It has been chaos in this house of four adults two working from home, and my grandson Zoom Schooling — plus a work crew of 4 remodeling kath and my bathroom. Almost done, and it looks wonderful!

  4. Your romantic poem warms up slowly from your stunning opening line with ‘the frozen silence’ through ‘midnight’s snowfall’ and blankets of ‘crystal’d down’ to firelight and that first kiss. Warmed me up too, Rob! It’s our wedding anniversary today and we’re expecting snow!

  5. I do love the winter images… really wonderful (I think others might feel a bit scared by the cold… but not me) but nothing wrong to end up by the fireplace (where I sit right now)

  6. The first poem is softly inviting, romantic much like the snow, lovely verse here

    we entwine
    ‘neath winter’s window
    with dreams
    and one another

    The second poem seems to pose a new thought that perhaps, the snow has overstayed it’s welcome. This area is in a polar vortex and more snow arrives tomorrow. I long for spring.

  7. In “No No” the description of the trees stands out for me, rich and vivid. “Snowfall” is exquisite …..

      1. Just wanted to say I follow Tess on FB … she is doing well in jolly old England … let her dark hair go all silver and looks gorgeous, as always. I miss Magpie Tales and the Willow Manor Balls.

  8. No no, no mo snow is a story we are hearing a lot of lately.
    I do like your first, “Unexpected”, the better. Those are so enjoyable, waking up in the morning or in the night and here it is!! We had a lot of those, afternoons too, in New Hampshire. Sooo very pretty after.
    One morning a fellow from California was coming to work, up our New Boston Mountain, a Texas Hill, and slid into the ditch. A co-worker found him, unconscious. He also found a kerosene heater still burning on the passenger floorboard. His was a California 1958 Chevy with no heater.
    ..

  9. The first poem is just beautiful Love every line. My favourites “a great white owl – echoes -through frosted cedar” and “we breathe-the ebb and flow-of nocturne”
    From the second I liked how the branches are spindly and spiked and knobbed and twisted. What an artwork this tree is

  10. what a treat, 3 poems!
    over at tropics here, i can only imagine what snowfall is like, but you have written it so well that i can almost feel the chill.
    and did i detect a little sense of urgency in the second poem, that daylight should come fast? 🙂

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