THE DAY TO END ALL DAYS II

When the cold mist hides

the autumn stars

on the darkening sky

echoing from the cries

of migrating birds,

and the brooks run

full and fast,

then I will go to my

pine on the edge

of the fields,

where the sound

of running water

and departing flocks

mingle in the night's

rising tide,

and I will sit down,

feeling the bark

and the cold grass

and the chill

of eternity.

03.05.2020