The key that refuses to unstick

Letting a single note belt insistently into the void

A blank page in a filled notebook

With an author biting their pencil, looking at me

As they wait for words to come

 

Silence, ignored and unwanted but there nonetheless

Beauty, vague and relative, an idea, a noisy thought

Memory, quiet and elusive but precious

 

The autumn storm

With raging winds and rain

Pattering on concrete roofs

The summer sun

That beats down on your back

And warms your face

The rebirth of the world

And the fading of the evening