Alpine “Haiku”

When the light is just right and the setting sun is starting to pink, the Berner Oberland is an exquisite marvel to behold from afar.

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the mountain cannot move

for it sits upon a lotus

whose petals are tender

 

Eiger, Mönch und Jungfrau

a Tripitaka of baskets,

and so very full of fish

 

each leaf of knowledge

peels back a clarion,

bells sound in a tower

 

things older than us

observe all the ants

scurrying so very fast

 

the glacier teaches

even a mountain,

the grind of permanence

 

and all those teeth

which chew upon sand

shall one day fade

 

a spring time meadow

so full of flowers,

brushes her hair

 

primroses and daisies

wait the passing snow

and then smile, radiant