In case the last one was too grumpy, here’s something more uplifting. Written on my recent camping trip to Anglesey. Morning stretches outside a tent, with a view over the Menai Straight to Snowdonia .

The morning wind rushing in the trees resonates my sinews untwisting the night-time knots
Then dancing through the grasses shivers a more gentle loosening we bend and dip just barely sway 
The sun eases upwards drawing dew and spirit skyward 
To join the swallows first to loop and swoop and dip and rise 
To find the freedom in the upwards moving air 
Reaching for the gulls the clouds the blue and up beyond 

And now aloft I lift this human form and send her out into the day.