Set off by train to spend a few days with the Northumbria Community. During the journey I tried writing some poems. Today's photo doesn't really relate to my reflection but it has been a disjointed sort of day.
Retreat
Routine laid aside
Everyday tasks left behind
Time is like a gift
Renewing, refreshing
Each minute a bonus
Allowing growth
To take hold
After the Storm
Sun breaking through the cloud
Peeping out
Like a child peering round the doorway
Will I be allowed to stay up or will I be sent back to bed?
Throwing off the duvet of cloud
Tentatively stretching
The yawning of the wind
Will I get up or do I turn over and go back to sleep?
The snore of thunder gone
The tears of rain dried up
The nightmare is over
Caressed and kissed better by the warmth of the sun.
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