On a Cool August Morning

Picking raspberries on a cool August morning
With anticipation of fresh pies, jellies, and jams
Enjoying every moment of this backyard outing
Sharing time and space with the one I love and cherish
You - On this cool August morning

The Discouragement of the Would-be Poet

The poetry used to flow from pen to paper
Without hardly even trying
I could write poem after poem
My heart doing dictation
Thoughts and words
One after the other
But the well has gone dry
So dry in fact
That I don't even have the tears
To even cry
So here I sit
Trying to force the thoughts and words
But with little success
My urges to write
Growing less and less
Which is pretty discouraging
For a would-be poet