In the lush green lies an opportunity

The chance to explore just for me

But is it new or old?

Main thing is, this grass cannot be sold

There's uncertainty in its belonging

A nervousness in its colouring

How long will this chance last?

Will it lead forward or into the past

To Travel it does not require desire

But courage and bravery are not for hire

It is hop...

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Close your eyes, escape,
one weightless breath after another,
at the time when universe slips out of your hand,
but to live, to feel and to die when
two worlds crashes into each other,
and the atoms dissolve into the sand.

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    Right there in front of our eyelids. Beating sylhouettes, shaking waves, swallowing the last crystals from the ground. Transcending the sounds with a great rage and leaving the pace behind while calling it unsuccessfully back again. At the place where paleness combines with moonlight in the most disasterous ways, protecting their last luminescence alive.
    Shadows dancing through shadows of...

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Don't close your eyes
as you used to do
I am just remembering stuff
considering you.
All the welcomes are allready told,
perfect and round,
straight and unfold.
Stay the same as you are,
provoke the life in a same way
and if all the roses turns to ash
you stay yourself anyway.
Climb those mountains
as you climb your dreams,
don't step aside
it hurts...but it's all just a play.
So, d...

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Echoes,
echoes in the dark chasing us away..
chasing us..
away.

Echoes, 
echoes.. are still down there,
..there they are trying to hear our call,
call them to come around we are almost free, almost there,
almost there..
..fallen angels on the ground..
on the ground..
broken needle in a hay ..
in a hay.

Echoes,
echoes .. forever and before,
..before we weren't the same in their e...

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The ‘Summer Haiku Almanac' workshop & walk

with Alan Summers and Karen Hoy.

http://cypruswell.wordpress.com/2010/03/01/the-dartmoor-summer-haiku-almanac-workshop-and-walk/

Alan Summers: “Haiku are poems rooted in natural history and the seasons; they make us conspirators with wildlife, as nature half-writes the haiku before we’ve even put pen to paper.”

Join The Dartmoor Sum...

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