midnight’s snowfall shimmers
through the boughs
of old growth
deep and still
as if spread by star clusters
it blankets
our high-mountain meadow
in crystal down
this night
fell quiet and crisp
a great white owl
echoes
through frosted cedar
we linger
and listen
entwined ‘neath winter’s window
awaiting the solstice
hush
it approaches
rob kistner © 2018
More toads in winter
I love this. So gorgeous.
Thank you so much Silver, I am pleased you enjoyed this…
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Wow!!! This is so beautiful ????
Thank you Sanaa, I appreciate the enthusiasm of your kind words… 🙂
Hi Rob ~~ I can’t wait for the solstice, we need it soon to start ending the downward swing to cold. A nice poem, I especially liked the “frosted cedars” as they are always so very pretty. We can’t begin to beat Mother Nature on those, even with golden ornaments and lights.
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Thank you Jim… 🙂 yes, longer days will soon be with us! No matter how amazing human constucts are, and some are astounding, nothing compares to the living natural world. I hope to hell we begin to do a better job of caring for it!
And as it approaches, the scene thus captured is so beautiful in this light and image. I like how there is a mystical quality to this verse; the flow and tone are like a magical incantation with its snowy comfort and revelation.
Thank you Anmol, for your very kind words. I live in this Pacific Northwest region of mountains, and my wife and I have spent a number of deep winter evenings up in the snow-filled Cascades, in our friends ski home, snuggled under a winter window just like this. It is mystical and magical… 🙂
what enchantment!
Thank you Thot… :-/) pleased this resonated for you.
A very beautiful mood piece – I felt suspended in time as I read the lyrical descriptions. Excellent use of detail.
Kerry, thank you so much for your kind words, I am pleased this captured you… :-/)