A season to write

My writing has its seasons, there are months when I write prolifically

Everything I experience provides ideas and imagery

For me to weave into words that effortlessly flow

I start believing that this season of creativity would never go..

*

Sooner or later, the well of inspiration starts running dry

It seems all possible themes I’ve explored, even though I try

To come up with novel ideas, my writing tends to be

Repetitive, insipid, lacking in originality

The season of my writing comes to a natural end

There is nothing I can do to let the season extend

*

One day the seed of an idea plants itself in my brain

And my dormant creative cells are activated again

I am inspired to write, sometimes in a fever pitch

My thoughts assemble themselves into words for me to stitch

Together into verses that are a window into my mind

In writing, an almost spiritual contentment I find

*

I hope this is my season to write

When ideas flow freely and there is no writer’s block to fight