Spring breeze enters through my curtains
but does not move my pen
the search for syllables remains uncertain
Summer sun warms my hand
still offers no motivation
these elusive syllables be damned
Fall chill seeps through the cracks
but my mind resists its brace
syllables still evade as time elapses
Winter rages at the window by my bed
my fingers stiffen at this last effort
I curse the syllables and lay down my head