Original digital surreal art: “Love On the Vine” by: rob kistner © 8/31/23
Quietly
in this golden gloaming
enwrapped in a freshening chill
of dimming twilight
bountiful september
tumbles towards the equinox
a sacred period of change
Pacific Northwest Autumn
the holding warmth of sunlight
invigorates the coming bounty
a joyful time of anticipation
nature awaiting the change
the promised recovery and renewal
when the hand of rebirth
will sweep across the valleys
and up the mountain sides
but not just yet
flowering plants
are dropping petals
grasses gone late-summer golden
anticipate the approaching
nurturing rains of winter
mighty evergreens pause
deciduous trees burst forth
in equinoctial splendor
soon leaves will shed
all go dormant to rest
vast Northwest forests
enter a period of rejuvenation
it’s this realm in full glory
lush vineyards and berry thickets
roam the fertile rolling hills
heavy with grape and berry
ready for the bountiful harvest
Original digital surreal art: “Bounty’s Manor”
by: rob kistner © 8/31/23
wine country comes alive
apples, peaches and pears
hang full and heavy
laden with the final fruits
of seasonal plenty
orchard picking begins
wild nature exhales deeply
in this final moment
of deep calm
soon
the bustle and flux
of engorged autumn
water levels
having dropped considerably
river and stream
feel new life
autumn rains
replenish
flow and current
enlivened salmon
in autumnal runs upstream
begin their spawn
the cycle of life turns
trout and other species
revivified
as waters rise and cool
bear-deer-cougar-elk-coyote
pronghorn antelope-big horn sheep
eagle-hawk-and-osprey
the region’s plentiful wildlife
begin preparations for change
unique pre-winter rituals
warm september relaxes
preparing the step-through
autumn’s portal
this realm
begins to cool
slowly nudged
towards winter’s peace
regenerative calm
soon will lay
upon this lush land
season of sky-waters
soon arrives
quenching nature’s thirst
rejuvenating her energies
regathering strength
soon
all-consuming quiet
absolute stillness
from this deep silence
an imperceptible murmur
a breathless whisper
a hushed prayer
gratitude
for the harvest’s bounty
and a humble petition
return the light
bring blessings
fruitful new life
to this soon quiet land
at rest in time’s hand
Original digital surreal art: “Master’s Hands”
by: rob kistner © 8/31/23
S ummer takes its leave
autumn steps boldly forward
September watches
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rob kistner © 8/23/23
Poetry at: dVerse
A beautiful tribute to September! Fall is a wonderful time of the year.
Thank you Deight… yes it is my friend… 🙂
Wonderfully composed, my friend. I am sad that summer is slipping away. I can see the change in the trees and flowers the transformation is once again happening. I am impressed with your digital artwork. I am planning to write about one of them and give you credit of course. There is a story waiting to be told.
Thank you True. Write away my friend… 🙂
Wow, wow, wow, WOW!
Much love,
David
🙂 David.
Your poem tasted so much of autumn, Rob I wanted to nibble on it! There is indeed a ‘freshening chill’ these days and even here we have a bountiful harvest. I love the sound of ‘the bustle and flux / of engorged autumn’ and the feeling of ‘warm september relaxes / preparing the step-through’. Yes, I can see through autumn’s portal, but I’m not ready to step through just yet.
Thank you Kim, I am pleased this resonated for you my friend… 🙂
I love how you make this season to be wonderful…. if only it could be, I see so much of the darkness returning.
But this too shall pass. Might heart is with my family, and with the natural world — the rest of it I keep at arms length, and a short drive into PacNW wilderness enlivens my failing heart… and I know my Kathy is healing — so there is still sweetness in my world.
The autumn change must be so spectacular in this part of the world, I think it would frighten me. Unless your winters aren’t cold and snowy. I think I prefer our slow slipping into a not very cold, not very long winter where the vegetation doesn’t die back altogether, and the new buds appear on the trees as soon as the old leaves fall. Reassuring 🙂
Our winters are rain, snow is seldom at sea level. Up in the mountains deep winter snow. It seldom gets terribly cold, and the summers seldom get terribly hot — virtually little to no humidity. This is spectacular part of the world because there is some seasonal variety, just not extreme.
Your poem makes me wish both that summer would stay, and that fall would hurry up and get here.
You make me smile Xan, because I’m always of two minds at this time of year… 🙂
A beautiful tribute to the end of summer and coming of autumn. Your forests must be magnificent, and your love of nature shines through. On my walk this morning, I noticed a few trees with leaves starting to turn, but the big, old oak in our backyard still looks green.
Thank you Merril. Things are just starting to turn here, but the farmers start their 3rd season in September because Winters are mild.
I love autumn of course with its colors but will miss very much the long days of sunlight. Hope all is well.
All is good Grace, thank you for asking… 🙂
Pacific Northwest Autumn
No better place for it, and you have captured it Rob!
I’m looking out the window at it here!
JIM
Thanks James… 🙂
Your poem encapsulates the inherent flurry of change that happens at this transitional time, all the details you give us are a visual feast! 🙂
Thankyou Sunra… 🙂