The Colors of Nature during the Seasonal Change
When ever I am feeling at a loss for words I just go walking in Nature and there I always find an abundant array of colors ripe for the picking.
It frees my mind from the daily minutia of 'stuff' that threatens to push the muse away. Nature is where I find the senses are awakened to the pristine present moment,and as I walk the dogs I find bits and pieces of plot ideas or ways to complete a story that seemed almost lost.
TREES
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain,

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer