By Liam Flanagan
Trees
Jeez
I can’t get any inspiration from writing about leaves
Flowers
With the power to inspire others to put pen to paper
Nature
Unable to provide a source creativity or metaphor
Therefore
I stare out the window with inquisitive eyes
Skies
Above
Provide no urge to write about the absence of clouds
Or houseplants
Dancing branches in the wind blowing a chill cold enough
To envy a bear finding a cave to hibernate from the winter gloom
Soon
The face of nature will change from scours and showers
To a spring full of life and colour
Another opportunity to write something about our natural mother
Liam Flanagan is a 47 year old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics
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