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Neuvalence Jul 2018
The whitest snowflakes gracefully glide
They settle on trees and towers of mine
The dark of the cave I'd gladly abide
A warm shelter from the frost outside
Night settles, I run to a tower of mine
Through thin glass I watch my first sunset
Over a grand forest of spruce and pine
Transfixed, I learn this I cannot forget.
And yes. My tracks had farewell longtime
I've journeyed far lands throughout my prime
But as I dwell upon this memory
The home I'd know only until then
My eyes pour upon the discovery:
I remember. I feel the frost again.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Let all the mountains
Fall on their knees as the world
is cleansed, born anew
A really REALLY old haiku I never published here.
Just reading through my old stuff.
Thanks everyone!
Lyn ***
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
What can I tell you?
You’re so far away
I wish to shield you
From the pain
It’s ok
Even angels are allowed to fall

There’s a high road
And a morning star
Making new plans
Only gets you so far
There’s a river
There’s a stream
There’s an ocean
With water for you and me
Drinks for two
Moonlit tea

There’s a mountain high
And a valley low
Running away
Can get you in trouble
There’s a babbling brook
There’s a creek
Fresh water
With water for you and me
Drinks for two
Moonlit tea

Rivers and streams
Oceans, brooks, and creeks
Water for you
And water for me
Up mountains high
Down valleys low
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is known
Drinks for two
Moonlit tea

It’s ok
Even angels are allowed to fall
When you hurt, it's ok to let yourself go
Sam Jul 2018
In the mountains, I found myself
Kissed by ferns, by boots tread deep
Further into verdant green
Songs are sung by wind through trees
Ascending higher, I breach the peak
In myself, mountains free me
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
You are the pioneer
after the fire,
with silver-grey and
blue-green leaves,
pods filled with seeds,
and brilliant yellow
flowerheads.
When you lived in the
mountains, you were
dressed in white-
lichen and snow.
Joseph Miller Jun 2018
From the top of the world
ribbons of ice
etch a path to the sea
Crumbling at the shore
icebergs drift
and melt
as sunlight lingers
whales sing and seals play
in blue depths unseen
the ocean floor splits apart
yielding the earths burning core
fountains of fire
hiss at the sea
in a cloud of steam
an island is born
with trees that bend
in relentless wind
the darkest storms
move on
leaving mist and light
dancing in the meadow
rainbows sparkle
on the lake's surface
while golden trout dart below
the sun slips behind the mountain
filling the valley
in cool shadows
the cabin looks warm
a crackling fire inside
someone smiling by the door
D Baby Bey Feb 2018
Big green folds of the earth mounded
Into clumps of dirt, rocks and grass.
Higher and higher they reach.
Until they're one with the sky.
Perri Jun 2018
I moved to the mountains
to experience elevation
But the mountains
are pushing me
closer to extinction
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