The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rain
That bathe our bodies under
Trees that shudder in wind
Carrying new seeds to new places
We know that nature is something
to fear
and to wonder
at.
I wonder at the rows of tulips
Bright like freshly kissed lips
at dawn, and it reminds me
of sweeter holds in bedrooms
I’ll never visit again.

I didn’t wander lonely
I wandered alone
And I marvelled at the life
around me

And when I came home
A little battered from the weather
And thoughts too deep
for a restful day
I slipped into bed and applied
The Writing Balm

Letting my heart, settle and rest
As its unsteady rhythm
began to calm
like a ship, after a storm
at sea.

-Ash

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