Mojo (a jot)

Post-winter blues

Nascent summer fills celestial blue,

while skeletal trees are dressing for the season, fringed with green.

The air is still, around are birds, a few insects hum.

I’m sitting on the deck of my cabin,

seeking inspiration.


The winter was barren, creativity fled.

Now, in the warmth of a new year

Perhaps my mind will engage,

fingers fly over the keys as thoughts appear.

A satisfaction sorely missed

© e-griff 2023
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Yep, just about sums up a shit winter in the writing department, certainly for me. I enjoyed the read John.


Nothing like inspiration finally hitting after weeks of drought in the brain 🙂 Very much enjoyed reading and knowing it wasn’t just me.

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