I wish I could be more entertaining right now.
I wish I had a flurry of words, falling together

Laying softly on one another like crunchy autumn leaves.

I would rake the thoughts into a pile,

Dive in like a child.

Scatter thoughts and words and crumble them to letters.

That would be better. I'd bury myself

and this writer's block.

The snow still taunts me.

Just an inch last night.

The grass pokes through and it haunts me.

Spring time in Da Burgh is always a fight.

Oh! The daffodils, the Narcissus too!

Springtime surely will wake you soon!

Little yellow and purple bloom.

The cat is shedding. His nature knows.