Three Poems by ayaz daryl nielsen

Young snowboarders upon the rash enthusiasm
of youthfulness, splashes of light in the alpenglow,
making mistakes, adjusting with a sense of the
genuine and moving us further into the sacred.



diaphanous kiss

as poem becomes the presence it needs to be,
with a light caress of my heart and best thoughts,
it softly thrums "bless you, my love, my soul . . .
bless you."



Sinews of the primeval goddess
stretch and shrink in their sentient
engagement with all dimensions of
earthen interaction, the visceral
foreshadows of an ageless embrace.




ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs), hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/127+ issues), homes for poems include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Cattails, A Hundred Gourds, High Coupe, Shamrock, and online at bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info (translates as joie de vivre).