Book of Seasons


May love enfold the seasons of your life…

Original DDE™  art: “Seasons” by: rob kistner © 10/23/25

 

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I lean out

through time’s open window

slow-breathed

 

the breeze

fragrant with rain

and possibility

 

spring’s nurturing light

spills across my desk

warming my youthful face

stimulating my imaginations

 

dreams of inquiry are coaxed

igniting discovery

 

the world going green

inhales deeply

reaching for more sky

bursting with life

 

cresting the golden hill

comes long-armed summer

 

energy pulsing

writhing naked

a’shimmer

 

dancing unbridled

flaunting itself unashamed

laughing unabashedly

radiant in the window frame

seemingly inexhaustible

 

but soon

twilight approaches

 

a brisk wind

wafts through my window

caresses my face

with a rejuvenating — smack!

snapping my reverie

 

autumn arrives unapologetically

 

boldly

it begins brushing

in broad strokes

 

amber

saffron

bronze

and rust

 

crackling colors of change

slathered ‘cross the landscape

with joyous abandon

 

then slowly

meticulously

Fall disrobes

the quivering trees

 

they acquiesce submissively

freely letting go

uninhibited

 

each leaf

a lesson in surrender

 

a chill stirs

the calendar turns

the hourglass inverts

darkness quickens

time slows

 

now the casement

holds more silence

than song

as winter settles softly on the sill

 

softly on my soul

 

quietly I close the window

embracing the sterling hush

 

glassen’d panes fog

frosting with trembled breath

 

beyond

the trees stand still

calmly quiet —

 

bare

but unembarrassed

 

waiting

 

I too wait

watching their vigil

feeling the ache of beauty

in their patience

 

knowing

this is not… an end  —

 

simply a turn of the page

in life’s eternal journal

 

in the book of seasons

 

rob kistner © 10/20/25

Poetry at: dVerse

 

20 thoughts on “Book of Seasons”

  1. Rob, I’m with Helen, I hope you read this on Saturday (if you are feeling well.) It’s a beauty of a poem. I like the leaves lessons of surrender as they fall.

  2. I love the original artwork to illustrate your time’s open window, Rob, and the way you captured the seasons, especially ‘the breeze fragrant with rain and possibility’ and long-armed summer ‘cresting the golden hill’. As you know, autumn is my favourite season, so these lines stood out for me:
    ‘it brushes its amber and rust
    across the fields
    across my skin
    while slowly disrobing
    the quivering trees’.

    1. Thank you so much Kim. Writing poetry is my soul food, even with my years of music, if the lyrics didn’t ignite me, or enrich me, or make me weep with intimacy — then my soul remained hungry. It is so wonderful, that across North America, and across the Atlantic Ocean — you and I can connect… it is a profoundly beautiful thing for me, my friend, deeply nourishing in the most wonderful way… 🙂

  3. Hi Rob:
    All I can do is repeat what everyone else has said! And please please, do come read this aloud at our LIVE session. The link will go live beginning at 10 AM. If that’s too early, just come join in at 10:30 and I’ll make sure you get to read! It would be wonderful to see you 🙂

    1. Thank you so much for your encouragement Lillian — I will go to bed tonight a little earlier — hopefully
      that will enable me to rise and shine tomorrow morning. 😉

  4. Well, Friend … I rolled out of bed at 7:15, hardly the hour to expose my 84 year old face to folks I truly like, and enjoy.

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