Morning Meandering

Peacock Poetry

There is nothing more purifying than striding out for a morning stroll before civilisation has surfaced. Each time that I do this I feel so grateful and alive and always end up writing. Yesterday morning the air was chilly and autumnal and my soul felt very content to clamber the hills in solitude!

Clearing

The purity cuts through the hills each morning when I walk

My inner world enjoys the still, no need for social talk

The dew-glazed grass appears to ask my soul to let life feed it

A flock of swallows filters past, my higher self is needed

The fullness that we’re meant to be cannot be squeezed or fitted

When I give nature half the chance, the answers are transmitted

This breathing space my heart refills, cleared by the swallow’s squawk

The purity cuts through the hills each morning when I walk

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