I’ve been through the dessert like a tree with no leaves,
Not that that makes much sense sense.
but I can only work with
what is in my head…
and the things that inspire me.
At this time of the year,
the trees fall off of their leaves,
which leaves them somewhat barren,
naked as the day they were born.
Don’t scorn my talents,
for my creativity
it hangs in the balance,
and who knows
where the leaves travel to
when the wind blows?