Warm

 

Midnight’s snowfall shimmers
through the boughs
of old growth
in moonlit forest
deep and still

it blankets
our high-mountain meadow
in crystal down

a great white owl
echoes
this winter night
through frosted cedars

lover and beloved
we dream
warm in each others arms

*
rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: dVerse

 

16 thoughts on “Warm”

  1. Love the image – love the words. I am most smitten with these:
    “it blankets
    our high-mountain meadow
    in crystal down”
    The use of “down” with snow as it “blankets” the area….loving this. So very peaceful and serene.

    1. Thank you Lisa — many many many years, since I was 16 years old. Between Canada and the PacNW — hiking, camping, drift boating, and fishing — never hunting, not my thing personally. My days in the wilderness ended with my 2 minutes of clinical death while in Evergreen Hospital, then revival, and the immediate emergency implanting of my pacemaker, 6 years ago. That entire episode exacerbated my insulin resistant diabetes, started my arthritis in my hands, and severely exacerbated my peripheral neuropathy in my feet, making walking impossible for more than very short distances, and only with my cane. Losing my ability to trek deep into the wilderness has broken my heart. 🙁

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