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
Please read this to us Saturday morning [ I know TOO early ] !
I appreciate your enthusiasm Helen. I am humbled my friend. If I am feeling well, I will… 😉
Beautiful! Time is ever turning ever changing.
Yes Jay, it is reality’s river, love is its current… 🙂
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.
I will certainly try Lisa, truly — thank you for lifting my spirit! 🙂
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’.
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… 🙂
This is wonderful… I hope to hear you reading this on Saturday
Thank you Björn, I will try my very best… 🙂
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 🙂
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. 😉
“Simply a turn of the page”–seasons and life. A beautiful poem, Rob!
Also, I love Tom Rush. We’ve seen him many times in concert.
Thank you Merril!:) I have enjoyed Tom for many years.
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.
So sorry Helen. I was up the night before dealing with CHF induced Angina. I will try to do better next month my friend, promise… 🙂
Felt shoulder-to-shoulder with you Brother, looking out that window watching (and feeling) the change.
Yes, my friend — the change, the relentless change… 😐
A beautiful dance with autumn.
Thank you Melissa… 😉