Here, in this moonlit forest, midnight’s snowfall shimmers softly through the boughs of old growth, deep and still, as if an infinity of star clusters has drifted to rest from the heavens. It blankets our high-mountain meadow in pearled crystal down.
This night falls quiet and crisp, as a great white owl echoes hauntingly through frosted cedar. Moonbeams sparkle off the snow-draped conifers, like diamonds — necklaced enticingly ‘round the supple shoulders of fair lithe ladies.
We linger and listen, entwined ‘neath winter’s window, mesmerized by this chill magic that enchants the sleeping earth. Soon we will dream, safe and warm, quiet in the hush of this realm, nestled ‘tween solstice past, and the equinox that approachs.
adrift in winter magic
freed of time and space
I’m the fragile fall of snow
softly blanketing the earth
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
You know, Rob, you just don’t fail to impress. I’m in a dream, and your words carry me into an endless fantasy. Lovely, too lovely, I don’t want to wake up.
Wow, thank you so much Masa. Your kind generous words touch me deeply. I always try to find the words… 🙂
You DO capture this exquisitely, Rob. Sound & visual perfection. And the stillness, and the moon / star light on snow. We haven’t seen moon or starlight here in about a week & a half, but we’re promised that tonight’s the night. Fingers crossed.
Thanks for sharing.
I hope it comes to pass Ron. Snow in moonlight is my favorite snow. 🙂
Enchanting depiction of a season that I enjoy, as well. Thanks for this beautiful piece!
You are so welcome Susan… 🙂
A lush emersion in the essence of winter! Beautifully evoked, Rob!
Thank you Frank!
A winter wonderland beautifully told. Nice one Rob.
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much love…
thank you. Much love Gillena!
Pretty
Thsnks.
Even before I got to “adrift in winter magic” I was thinking how magical you make this sound.
I must believe that there can be magic in this world still Ken — if we just can get through the mental and emotional debris to open to it.
“as if an infinity of star clusters has drifted to rest from the heavens.”
Yess…
Soon we will dream, safe and warm, quiet in the hush of this realm, nestled ‘tween solstice past, and the equinox that approaches.
Eventually it will follow, the change from one to the other. Winter to Spring is felt greatly. Unlike the after effects of the Corona nothing seems to change.
Hank
The seasons move slow and steady across the earth Hank.
It does have a timeless quality…and calls for extra dreamtime!
I appreciate this touched you Hank! 🙂
Pure magic, I loved this Rob!
Thank you True, I am pleased you liked it my friend… 🙂
Masa put it so well…..this haibun is so well dosed….really a beautiful read, and one is lulled into a faraway dream, superb writing..
Means a great deal from you Ain?
The landscape draped in snow and moonlight is exquisite. You have woven the magic well in your haibun, Rob.
I am pleased it reached you Lisa.
A very nice Haibun, Rob. Snow is so enchanting. Love your haiku…. the idea of being freed from time and space when we sleep!
thank you Dwight, verymuch… 🙂
Such gentleness here in your haibun. Lovely…
Thank you Carol! 🙂
Simply beautiful
Thank you Ron…:)
Ever sensuous, even in the cold of winter, there is energy and fascination to behold, as you tell it, it is always deeper.
Thank you my friend, I am very pleased you enjoyed this… 🙂
You described a magical place in your haibun! I loved it.
Thank you so much M Jay! 🙂
*appreciative finger snapping*
Thank you David! 🙂
Rob this is everything I love about snow!
Thank you Eric.
You paint such magic word pictures, Rob. This is beautiful.
Thank you Bev! You are kind my friend.
Sounds magnificent. On a much vaster scale than my winter.
Thank you very much Jane. 🙂
Reading this while listening to George Winston is truly magical. Thank you Rob.
That was my intention Marion. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Woww,the last 2 lines were wonderful! I thoroughly enjoyed this haibun.
Thank you so much Veera.
How lovely you describe it, from the vantage point of a warm home… as my father used to say: it’s good that houses are hollow.
And heated my friend… 😉
exquisite vivid poetry painting a romantic magical winter … and that music! thanks Rob 🙂
Thank you so much Kate! 🙂