..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...

They, took a bite out of my cake,
leaving teeth marks...

Ssssh...
I...

Upon my shoulders
either side...

Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...

leaves saunter the air
the wind shakes hands with Autumn...

A radiant luminosity drizzled
upon trees...

Raindrops revel and mingle within
A dispersion of sunbeams which...

Vows
And...

during
those long...

Upon the banks of high street shops
between the stores their anchor drops...

I long to smell the scent of pastures green
and hear the early song which breaks our day...