Ayaz Daryl Nielsen- Two Poems

Tan Faces

A small matter of deleting was and will 

be from a moment’s fertile timelessness, 

a shimmering translucency as opinions 

and thoughts disappear from the faces 

of each moment, faces, finally, open 

and serene, forgiven, and forgiving.

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The days, so cold

The nights, so long

Another tundra

wind from

above timberline

Wild geese and

blue heron

gone

months ago,

black bear, deep

asleep

mule deer and elk

hiding

among pine and

leafless aspen.

The clock ticks

toward midnight,

the year,

about to end.

Here, beside this

glowing hearth,

you gently

place your lips

upon mine.

ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/120+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Boston Literary Magazine, Shamrock, Dead Snakes, and! bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre)