This one was a little easier to write than I thought it’d be.
It offers nothing more than a rough sketch, but it does come after a fair bit of overthinking things whilst not committing them to text.
I was hoping more to write about the changing of seasons but I didn’t and so this came out and there’s not much to say. It’s pretty direct and rough. That’s about it really.
I hope you enjoy.
I spend my time looking for words
Hoping to describe in a display of meaning
The changing of seasons as the passage of time
I try to let the words flow forward
As autumn begets winter through gradual grace
But try as I might, they do not step forward
Perhaps they should flow naturally
In the way the temperature should steadily lower
However, I cannot stop trying