9

Empty

Paper blank,

Mind blank,

Words are nowhere in sight.

Pen touches page,

With a hopeful flourish,

Only to¬†receive¬†great disappointment…

Nothing comes,

A lack of inspiration,

Everything at a halt,

Silent as you stare at the page,

Severe writer’s block.

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3

Arrive

Grass billowing in the breeze,

Leaves tumbling from the trees,

No more buzzing of the bees,

No more summer fun to seize,

Autumn is here,

In front of me.