I slid down a hill of leaves,
It looked strong and stable; first fable!
But alas, I didn't realise there had been rain the night before—I'd been off on another escapade, unaware.

I then was late to my walking track,
So I ran to meet my pack
But rolled my ankle
In a flurry of activity, snap!

From limping round
Then, jumping on my bike
In order to get to work on time,
It was off the chain that this rhyme came, bespoke.

Life is never the same
When you reflect,
And try to explain
Cause and effect.

I feel like I'm in a season of drought,

Mirroring my environment, water without —

Where the poems used to spring forth,

Now have run out.

I keep going back over archived poems;
Where the themes spill abundance
And Your goodness told —

Inspiring:

I will not lose hope;

I will not give up!

I will keep mucking about
Searching for a rhyme.

Holy Spirit, may you send your love down through me to others,
And turn words into wine —