Barren shelves, white as fresh fallen snow

Waiting for beauty and whimsy to grace thee

Faded family photos set aside to blend in

But inspiration is elusive and out of grasp.

The festive holiday has passed

And a chill has settled in my bones.

Nothing brings in the warmth

Not even this freshly brewed tea

I’ve wrapped my hands around.

Nothing inspires, what a bore….

I’m in desperate need of new decor.