This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang nor with a whimper
But with a sigh of relief
grandfather raven
oh, grandfather raven!
here you are, with us
for another season!
please, stretch your wings beyond
this harsh winter wind
and teach us
the hidden tales. . .
Otiose
Often I go to the mountain
and lean against
quiet rock
quiet rocks that
rose from the earth
millions of years ago
Again, a black brim hat
for damp morning mist
a quiet rock
to lean against
beneath aspen leaves
among aster, columbine,
pasque and penstemon
Maybe there’s more I can do
beyond what I have willed
and may have accomplished
Resting beside quiet rock
that rose from the earth
millions of years ago
Plenty enough for this fine day.
ayaz daryl nielsen, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/125+ issues), homes for poems include Lilliput Review, SCIFAIKUEST, UFO Gigolo, Shamrock, Kind of a Hurricane, and! online at bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info.
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