Wednesday 10 June 2020

This, that, then...


This walk,
up and over Bothen Hill,
is a favourite way
to make sense of the world;
let my feet find a rhythm
for the rest of me to follow.

That day
the wind was unsettling, creating
a swirl of emotions, inside:
uncertainty. And the certainty
that things were changing,
soon. The way home
was shadowed by dark
clouds gathering in the evening;
like crows and jackdaws
returning to roost.

Then,
unexpectedly,
the sun broke through.
Clear, golden light falling, 
like rain, over Colmer’s Hill,
and Bridport below,
illuminated
with rays 
of hope.

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