
Today with strong wind held in abeyance
I walked to the moorland high above sea,
put on young zest of girlhood to out-race
the sunrise, ran with dawn in pursuit, freed
adult frustration by singing aloud
that if came another sad day's open door
I would dance thru' it now boldly empowered
for nature's brooming clears mind's stony floor.
Great the awareness inspired by moorland
when silence takes time to impregnate awe.