A Writer’s Quandary

The warm June air calls me to play

to take advantage of the sun

so many things that must be done

and it’s too nice to waste the day

The flowering shrubs have passed their prime

and threat of cold is finally gone;

plant the annuals—mow the lawn,

trim back the bushes—now’s the time!

The weathered deck’s in need of stain,

as daylight stretches into eve—

there’s so much more than first perceived;

look forward to a day of rain…

So should you stop to see what’s new

and find my posts are rare at best

it’s because I needed rest

tomorrow there will be more to do.

But don’t give up, for write I will…

when time allows and ink flows free;

the summer’s brief; the winter–still,

and pen will call again to me.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

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