Resolute

I promised myself I’d take heart and I did,

unafraid in the estuary in only a scrap of cloth;

shouting into the creamy froth of a morning.

I promised you I would stay and I did. 

Staring hard out of the window at the trees,

at the aching sky.

I promised the trees I would listen and I did. 

Silent as the coppicing started, intent

on the bright humming of the blades.

Jen Feroze