Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Wake your words from slumber

 Blossom reminds a suburban street that it’s stirring after a long winter sleep. The heater is off and the sunglasses are on. Just when you think you can’t handle it any longer—something gives:
The temperature climbs, 
You’re blinded by inspiration, 
The cold blocks dissipate,
You’re hot again. 
Get those fingers moving: type, write. 
Wake your words from slumber.