My breath was hard,
Tough, as I climbed.
Grass of foot and wet,
I trod.
I found solace
Alone, by my side.
Misty winds distracted me.
Tempted me away
From my sodden silence.
I remembered then
Why I came.
Why I stood.
On damp hills
Where drizzle and dew
Sit side by side
On gentle blades.
Where grey clouds
Whisper secrets
To comfort the broken.
I came
To remember
Why I stood.
September 21, 2013
No Tall Stories 
September 22nd, 2013 at 7:24 am
A great poem … and a blog face lift!
September 24th, 2013 at 3:52 am
Loving the dreich,well done Tim
September 24th, 2013 at 9:56 am
I like this especially the line ‘comfort the broken’,I feel broken right now and could do with some comfort ,lovely piece 🙂
October 21st, 2013 at 7:53 am
Perfect pace. Well written and visual. A pleasure to experience.
October 24th, 2013 at 10:55 pm
This is to me is melancholy sweetness. Love it 😀
And, ‘Thank You’ for the ‘Follow’ on my blog, so appreciated.
January 24th, 2014 at 8:13 am
Yes. Good.
January 31st, 2014 at 2:22 am
I am enjoying the unsettling images of your work my friend. The anxiety that is laced in each word. Each sentence is dripping with carefully plotted twists that make my stomach part of the experience… I look forward to more
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