It is three weeks until Autumn Equinox 2022. I first wrote and published this piece in 2008, significantly revised it in 2018, sharing it again on dVerse in response to a wonderful prompt by Amaya Engleking. I now have further refined it in small ways, and choose to share it again here in 2022. Much has changed in the 14 years since I first wrote this, but not my love for the Pacific Northwest, and most especially — Oregon. It is in the light of this abiding love, that I now share this piece once more here on dVerse, for OLN, September 1st, 2022. Peace!
Autumn is upon us, as we enter our season of nature’s rest and replenishment here in the Pacific Northwest. The cycle of renewal will begin in western Oregon, where I lived for 25 years. I moved in 2015 to Seattle to be near my young grandson. Still immersed in Pacific Northwest beauty here, but Oregon will always hold my heart.
The summer’s dry period has ended, and agricultural irrigation has ceased. Harvesting explodes in October into November, including the grape harvest in our many vineyards. Following the gathering of this autumn bounty, the soil is left to recover. The fruit and nut trees, the vines in the vineyards, and the crop fields will begin the slow period of winter revitalization, in anticipation of the growing seasons to come in the new year. The Great Mandala of life turns steady. The rains that begin sporadically in late October, increasing into November, will work their magic — plumping Oregon’s world-class Christmas tree and holly crops, renewing the sparkle of these holiday icons, readying them for harvest.
Wild nature will also enter a period of recovery and renewal. The flowering plants that have dropped their petals, and the grasses and brush, gone late-summer golden, seek these nurturing rains. Mighty evergreens pause, conifers drop their cones, and deciduous trees shed their leaves all go dormant, and rest. The vast Northwest forests are enriched by this period of rejuvenation.
Streams, whose water levels have dropped considerably, will come to new life when rains begin to replenish their flow. Sockeye and Chinook salmon start their run upstream to begin their spawn. Rainbow, Brook, German Brown, and Cutthroat Trout, as well as numerous other species become active as waters rise and cool. Bear, deer, cougar, elk, coyote, big horn sheep, pronghorn antelope, hawk, osprey, eagle; the varied and plentiful wildlife of our region begin preparation for their unique winter rituals.
Autumn nudges into winter, a peaceful time of rest and restoration here in this breathtakingly beautiful region. A regenerative calm lies upon the lush land, as the season of sky-water arrives to quench nature’s thirst, and revivify her energies in this utopia.
Just as the gardener
nurtures her tend
bending close
to nourish
and protect
so too nature stoops
to embrace
and refresh
her pacific northwest paradise
her autumn shadow upon the land
she leans down
and lets flow life-giving waters
to enrich this lush realm
she covers her beloved eden
in a soft blanket
of moist cloud
a shelter from chilled winter
to insure a rich bounty
when spring returns
abundant fruits
vegetables
and nuts
hill-climbing vineyards
towering trees
too numerous to imagine
endless grasses
bushes
berries
and flowers
all will be spring succulent
from buildiing winter waters
mountain streams
valley rivers
swell with migrating fish
as they journey home
up these fresh waters
of new birth
birds and animals
flock and gather
embraced by this season
of quiet replenish
in balanced step
and close harmony
with this cycle
they too
will welcome next spring
with plentiful new life
a sustaining love
this affair
life
nurtured to flourish
in the eventual spring
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published: rob kistner © 2008
revised: rob kistner © 2018
final revision: rob kistner © 2022
* More poetry at: dVerse
“The Great Mandala of life turns steady. ”
Luv that phrase Rob
Much????love
Thank you Gillena, much love to you my friend… 🙂
You knew I was going to wax rapturous over this beautiful prose and poetry about our Pacific Northwest. The last prose paragraph left me verklempt. (I love that word.)
Cool word Helen… 🙂 …very cool. I was different 14 years ago, more lucid, and more at peace. I almost don’t remember writing that post, though I do recognize that person from my past. Prolonged illness changes a person, as does two near death episodes. I am also now sustained by a little piece of tech in my chest — un”natural”. Maybe I am really not supposed to be here? I like that old post, that is why I relinked to it here 14 years later. I wanted to hear from that person I was one more time, to remember the freedom, gratitude, and spiritual release I felt then. Parts of me have closed down, unable to be reopened. That saddens me — a feeling beyond melancholy. I love melancholy, but this is not that.
What a timeless piece Rob.
Thank you Linda. 🙂
I love the way you describe not only the wild but also the harvests and gardens. Autumn is wonderful.
Thank you Bjorn… Autumn (Sept/Oct/Nov/Dec) is by far my favorite time of year, it always feels like robust 1/4 year — and Thanksgiving is my favorite Holiday weekend, followed by the Christmas/New years week.