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