Night-wandering
these Oregon mountains
intoxicates my spirit
nature’s beauty
stretching beyond eye’s reach
moonlight drifts down
dreamlike
setting aglow
the forest’s canopy
silver’d beams streaming through
a sky of stars
dance diamond-like
on mirroring lakes
serene and sacred
this magical realm
my soul swoons
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
So beautiful! I want to be there.
Thank you Jenna! 🙂
So lovely Rob. Makes me long to see it.
Thank you Linda! Makes me long to return — which I can no longer. 🙁
There is nothing to compare to hiking 10 miles into a glacier lake, catching your dinner, setting up your camp alongside a stream, and staring into a myriad of stars; smile–“soul swooning” indeed.
I miss it so, as I know you do my friend. We will always have our memories Glenn!
“…moonlight drifts down dreamlike setting aglow the forest’s canopy…” I love this description of moonlight through the trees.
Pleased this resonated for you Ron… 🙂
Magical how the soul can swoon even when the body may no longer be able. Lovely, Rob.
Thank you K… 🙂
No one describes the great Northwest better than you, Rob! It makes my heart heavy to hear how much of it is burning.
The earth is hurting in so many ways Bev. We are watching paradise being consumed at an alarmingly unprecedented rate… 🙁
I swoon, too, Rob, reading this. Thanks for the stroll.
You are most welcome Ron… 🙂
Love this especially; “moonlight drifts down dreamlike
setting aglow the forest’s canopy,”.. incredibly beautiful!
Thank you Sanaa, 🙂
I can feel my soul swooning too. This imagery sounds breathtaking. It must have been quite the sight! The nights are magical, especially in a forest setting.
It is awe inspiring Lucy, but my health no longer allows my treks into the wilderness here — so I hike in my memories..
🙂
My soul swoons just reading about it, Rob. Instant peace envelopes.
Lisa, may you always walk in peace… 🙂
Rob, Oregon is one of my favorite places on the planet, and this is just beautiful.
Thank you De… 🙂
serene and sacred
this magical realm
my soul swoons
Love the magical way of your poetic descriptions Rob! As always! It is a joy to visit your write!
Hank
Thank you Hank! I appreciate it when you visit my friend… 🙂
Sounds like a nice way to spend the evenings and nights. Nicely done poem.
Thank you! 🙂
What zen vibes I get, both reading your beautiful verses and listening to the tunes! ?
Glad this all resonated for you Tricia. I have stood many times looking at that view in the photo, and hiking through the old growth forest that surrounds Lost Lake. It is awe inspiring to a degree that is hard to put into wordd.
i would love to see this in person. if i do not get there i have your poem to show me this stunning place.
I think you should see it Rog, it is breathtakingly besutiful!
I used to have a postcard of Mt Hood on my wall back home. I’ve never seen it in real life, but I would love to. I hope the fires are under control in Oregon 🙁
I hope you do some day get to stand exactly where this photo was taken Ingrid — where I have stood many times… taking photos, or just swooning! But you perhaps should hurry!
Wildfire, caused by radical climate change, threaten this utopia — and there is little that can be done. This new type of fire pattern is insanely erratic! The Oregon Bootleg Fire, named for a nearby creek, has raged in a way dramatically distinguishing it from dozens of other wildfires in this devastating summer of 2021 — and we are only in the middle of the 2021 Oregon fire season! For the better part of two weeks it burned in erratic and extreme ways that in most fires last only a day, maybe two. Flames tore on and on through whole stands of trees, raging madly. High winds sent embers long distances, sparking more and more new fires. The Bootleg Fire itself grew to more than 600 square miles and sent smoke and haze across the country.
A lightning strike on a brittle-dry Oregon mountain slope set off this blaze, that has grown larger than the city of Los Angeles, revealing the challenges of curbing small blazes that can explode into colossal wildfires.
I saw the Milky Way as a kid, camping outside under the stars. I agree that it’s something you never forget. Beautiful poem, Rob.
Thank you Misky!
I really like how the beams are silver’d, rather than just silver, Rob! beautiful!
yours,
David
Thank you David! 🙂
I love the picture, but at line two I thinking heat and fire. The poem is how it ought to be. How I wish.
I have hiked the Lost Lake area many times Bill, and stood righg by those rocks, taking photos, or just looking at that same magnificent view time and again, Spring, Summer, and Autumn; morning, afternoon, dusk, and midnight. It is breathtaking — and the sky of stars is always a bit different, and ALWAYS spectacular.
Last night I stood in our driveway, stargazing. Oregon has the most stupendous starry vistas I’ve experienced ~ living in seven States. Your quadrille is scrumptious.
Thank you Helen! 🙂
Sounds like the perfect place to be…
Yes!