Friday, March 8, 2013

A Blank Page

XC Skiing. Whitegrass, West Virginia
A blank page can be intimidating
       like an empty pot, void of ingredients
Or it can be exciting
       like a new trail, full of mystery

The ink carefully explores the realm of the unknown, wavering at the expanse of whiteness...
conquering it with scribbles of color

Like the autumn season grasping the summer green
       First with faint hues of yellow and orange
       Soon bursting red
       Then all goes brown and bleak
               Thus the story ends

A winter of writer’s block covers the page in ice and snow
But a seed lies dormant
Brought to life by the warming sun and sprouts

The story grows and is harvested
The pot is full again

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