A Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen

Where are you going?

 

Assess the density

of rising mist

as sunrise

embraces

early morning’s 

dampness 

once more?

 

The wild blueberries 

and toadstools,

their moment

 

A crow stretching 

stiff wings in 

first light,

his, too

 

Cawing

 

the sound

is canny 

and 

everlasting.

ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs) and x-hospice nurse, is editor of bear creek haiku (24+ years/116+ issues), his poetry’s homes include Lilliput Review, Yellow Mama, Verse Wisconsin, Shamrock, High Coupe and Shemom, he has earned some cherished awards and participated in worthy anthologies - his poetry ensembles include Concentric Penumbra’s of the Heart and Tumbleweeds Still Tumbling, and, in 2013, released an anthology of poetry titled The Poet’s of Bear Creek - beloved wife/poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, assistant Frosty, and! bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre)