In The Glow

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

 

Very deep in the ancient wood
secreted among the old-growth
nestles a serene forest clearing

soft filtered sunlight falls in rays
gently through the green canopy
enwraps golden the sacred space

a breeze stirs quietly overhead
rustling brightly in the treetops
whispering of nature’s memories

a downed Douglas Fir slumbers
snug decades in its moss blanket
wrapped in earth’s final embrace

beyond to my left a hidden path
breaks subtly through the trees
offers a glimpse of deep azure

I swoon
captivated by nature’s beauty

I’m hiking Lost Lake’s ancient forest
my footfalls drum the root chambers
of this Oregon mountain old growth

each breathtaking step is cushioned
a soft centuries-old natural carpet
needle-drop of these regal conifers

rounding a bend in the lake trail
brushing through waist-high fern
I crest a gentle knoll — and stop

mesmerized

sunlight drifts down dreamlike
filtered by the woodland canopy
settling warm and soft around me

a short distance to my left
I again catch a crisp sparkle
of serene deep azure waters

I visually drink in the exquisite
filled with a peaceful calm
quietly
I muse

suddenly
I’m startled

a beautiful young doe
bounds onto the path
just in front of me

standing
proud

golden
in the glow

she considers me briefly
then disappears

quick — as a stolen glance
quiet — as passing time
gone — as a missed chance

time suspends
the world is in balance
life aligns for a perfect moment
here in my personal utopia
 
but utopia is in danger!

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rob kistner © 2023

More poetry at: dVerse

 




25 thoughts on “In The Glow”

  1. “Lost Lake’s ancient forest” seems the ‘Place’ to be. 🙂
    I’m glad you threw the doe in, always even if it isn’t seen!!
    ..

  2. Rob I definitely remember you writing about this sacred space, and I’ve thought about it even while trying to calm my mind at times. It’s a place just like that that I want my kids to plant me when it is my time. Back into the trees <3

  3. Nature is a wonderful place to be in… there is always something new to see, and every path is an adventure.

  4. Be still my heart … I guessed you would write about the land we share. This is the perfect poetic description, Rob. Cheers.

  5. This is absolutely lovely, Rob! I especially admire; “each breathtaking step is cushioned a soft centuries-old natural carpet needle-drop of these regal conifers.” 🙂

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