Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Through Time’s Window” by: rob kistner © 11/3/23
My wife and I
have a wonderful
new Seattle home
shared lovingly with family
ruled by my precious
my 10-year-old grandson
but there are moments
I gaze back 8 years
down the halls of time
I see my beloved Oregon home
of 25 amazing years
this morning
I’m lost in this daydream…
…looking through time ‘s window
I see a warm Oregon summer
I hear nature
the chuff
of a tree’d red squirrel
the song
of birds
that flit and fly
chickadee
goldfinch
western bluebird
and others
in a flash of orange
a striking northern flicker
momentarily eschewing insects
is peck peck pecking
cracking black-oil sunflower seeds
that spill from our feeder
a red-tailed hawk calls
from atop a Sitka spruce
swaying
in the crisp blue sky
the muffled belling of a deer
wandering the safety of old-growth
whispers
through the foothills
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Old Growth Sanctuary”
by: rob kistner © 11/3/23
the rustle of leaves
stirred by the breeze
wafting through the valley
smartly punctuated
by the staccato
of conifer cones
that fall
from time to time
wrested free by chickaree
and chipmunk
chattering high in Douglas fir
busy with their forage
wap — wap — wap
they bounce off our roof
striking the ground
closely followed
by the scamper
of their liberators
crunching their way
to the heart-meat of the cone
the delicacy
that elicits this furious industry
drifting in the window
intoxicating fragrances
cedar
pine
fir
lily
rose
lilac
grasses
loam
and more
a rich
earthy bouquet
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “PacNW Bouquet”
by: rob kistner © 11/3/23
it carries me further
deeper into my memories
to the mountains
and forests
and the amazing waterfalls
that first imprinted Oregon
indelibly in my heart
caught in my reverie
I breathe in
deeply
to suddenly remember…
…I’m not in my Oregon home
I am in my new Seattle home
it’s filled to overflowing
with family
without whom I’b be lost
and love
for a moment
I do not open my eyes
I linger a bit longer
in my beautiful daydream
of my Oregon
my heart will forever be there
but I’ll never go back to stay
not until my ashes are spread
high in the Cascade Mountains
on Mt. Hood
across breathtaking Lost Lake
but here
now
on this day
filled with memories
and joy
a solitary tear
falls
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Mt. Hood Majesty”
by: rob kistner © 11/3/23
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rob kistner © 2023
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