Can’t write now

Can’t write now.

Can’t right now.



Now. Later.

I wrote then.

Wrote well.

Stream dried up.

Well caved in.

Words dead on

winter killed branches.


More delete.

More drafts.

More of nothing.

Nothing much.

Tears fall.

Words don’t.

Muse, my dear,

what did I do

so wrong?

Come home again.



Winter Poem


Oh winter, you couldn’t wait any more!

Fall was taking too long, lingering on.

Oh winter you came in a chilly rain,

then covered us in a crust of snow.

Oh winter, couldn’t you wait a bit more?

2011 Copyright Shanyn Silinski