Windblown Words.

Words circle my mind fall upon the pen

yet cannot find their worth.

Paper eager for their touch lies wasted,

saddened at their indifference.

Unwilling steps falter at the edge

of expression.

Ideas flutter as hopeful birds, circle and land

yet turn away discarding my persuasion.

Abandoned words now lie scattered among

the detritus of unfulfilled ink, windblown

thoughts cast away like autumn leaves.