(04 October 1943 / Germany)

An Ending

All is quiet
on the Prairie.
Wild horses graze
it is all I see.

Thunder afar,
teasingly flashes
for me.

Still of the night
benevolent moon
forces now beckon
leaving so soon.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (2)

So much in so few words...nicely put!
H, I think this is a great poem, good imagery and feeling with brief lines.