Folds of Time

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Folds of Time

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In this moonlit forest, autumn shimmers bright and crisp, through the boughs of old growth, like a wisp of star clusters. Softly it sweeps our high-mountain meadow in a dazzling down.

This night falls brisk, quiet as a whisper, when a great white owl echoes through the frosted cedars. Lover and beloved, entwined ‘neath midnight’s window, we sigh, enchanted by this lullaby floating on the freshening breeze.

In warm embrace we muse, until with dreams, we drift into a gentle slumber, aloft in wonder, unmoored of time and place. We breathe deeply this lover’s nocturne, wrapped in the splendor of the ebb and flow of magic.

ride the autumn moon
to seek the dreams of magic
enwrapped there gently
like a held breath of stardust
in crystalline folds of time

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rob kistner © 2020

 

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  • 38 thoughts on “Folds of Time”

    1. You get all five stars for this one. I love the audacity and creativity of closing with a (brilliant) tanka. A nocturnal lullaby indeed. With a few extra line breaks, this would emerge as a poem–your prose is that poetic; thumbs up, brother.

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