Across the meadow
I see you afar
resting by the path
bathed in sunlight
your hair golden in dawn’s glow
lover beholding beloved
I sit
warmed in daybreak’s window
with tea and fascination
watching you
in this moment
my love spills over
I’m consumed
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
Across the meadow
low early morning fog
wafts easy through the grasses
an ethereal mist
like soft silver’d clouds
aglow in morning light
I see you standing
looking quietly at me
backlit by sunrise
hair afire in dawn radiance
I feel your warmth
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
Midnight’s snowfall shimmers
through the boughs
of old growth
in moonlit forest
deep and still
it blankets
our high-mountain meadow
in crystal down
a great white owl
echoes
this winter night
through frosted cedars
lover and beloved
we dream
warm in each others arms
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
Midnight’s snowfall shimmers
through the boughs
of old growth
in this moonlit forest
deep and still
as if christened by star clusters
it blankets
our high-mountain meadow
in crystal down
this night
fell quiet and crisp
a great white owl
echoes
through frosted cedar
I sit by winter’s window
reading
glancing
enjoying the sparkle of moon-glow
a’dance on the frozen vista
then I see…
…what do I see
a dark form
moving at the tree line
hunched
and slow of gait
staff of some sort
seeming for balance
wing’ed creature on her shoulder
but — do I see
no shadow is cast
as if moonlight
penetrates a black vapor
unreflecting
yet still it moves
but no footprints follow
I go to the door
opening it for a better look
the movement
seems that of someone very old
and the night
very cold
concerned
I call out
“hello — are you ok”
but no answer
again I call
“hello”
at that
the figure turns my way
staring
the face
that of a weathered crone
eyes
black as midnight
deep as eternity
I begin to open my mouth
which she meets with a raised hand
and a brisk wave
just then
a stinging wind
laced with pinprick ice crystals
strikes me hard
I turn my head
step back into the doorframe
to cover my face
when again I step out
she is gone
nowhere to be seen
I call again
but no answer
she has disappeared
befuddled
I stand for a moment
dumbfounded
wondering
was she an apparition
a trick of moonlight
and shadow
on fresh snowfall
puzzled
and a bit amazed
I step back inside
into the warmth of my home
shaking my head
I return to my window seat
and gaze once more into the night
no-one is out there
no-one
but what did I see
satisfied I’ll not answer that question
at least not tonight
I sigh and settle
and resume reading
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: earthweal