Art by:Fay Collins
Standing at water’s edge
gazing upstream
I marvel at the beauty
of this pristine stream
it ambles
rippling quietly
in crystal clarity
ever onward
gently
past these emerald climbs
that coddle it
keeping it safe
nudging it tirelessly
toward home
the timeless sea
I hear the lullaby
of this valley
a lilting song
of the peace
of the serenity
nestled soft
in its earthen embrace
captivated
I lift my head
listening
the breeze murmurs
whispering in the boughs
of the leafen’d sentinels
ever watching at its banks
patient in their vigil
just then
a zephyr wafts downstream
brushes my face
tosses my hair
and dances past me
round the bend
a hushed gasp
escapes my lips
like a prayer
I’m breathless
‘midst this beauty
my spirit
enthralled
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rob kistner © 2021
Happy Thanksgiving
Poetry at: dVerse
And who would not be enthralled by such a place? 🙂
Nice isn’t it Ingrid. There is a bend much like that on the Clackamas river near our Oregon home, where I used to fly fish. This poem was inspired by the poem I wrote for that particular bend in the river. Here is the photo of that bend and the poem I wrote then, entitled “Like a Prayer”. Read it here.
I hear the lullaby
of this valley
I love that. This is such a gentle poem, Rob, full of love for the land. A poem to sit down by a stream with, and dream a little.
Thank you Sarah. It is where I take my genuine soul — to the mountains, to the old growth forests, to the glacier melt pristine streams and rivers. It is where I long to be, and from where I am barred by health in the past few years. By I will haunt all those places when my life energy transforms.
Breathless is the correct word for the scene that you portray!
Thank you Dana… 🙂
Utterly captivating, Rob, with nature’s healing peace and serenity. Hope you have a happy Thanksgiving!
Thank you Dora… 🙂
Lovely description..
Thanks ain.