I'm feeling a bit down today - some family problems. I'm not feeling much like writing so I looked out a poem from last year. I wrote it while travelling on a stormy day. On re-reading it, it seemed to run a gamut of emotions but end on a note of hope. That's what I need right now.
To Exeter from the coast
On a wild, wet, windy day
white horses surging shorewards,
with sea spray leaping high
as the train roars by.
Birds clustering on the waves
in the wide estuary.
Little boats bobbing the swell,
the train flies pell-mell.
By the river the pub looks bleak
and the cows seek shelter;
rain strafes the sodden sheep
while travelling children weep.
Seagulls sit in the city park,
branches flail, leaves flurry.
Sun breaks out to rekindle passion
as the train draws to the station.