This morning there is a blankness in my mind,
which is quite unusual for me to find.
The creative process has all but dried up,
but then I thought about a buttercup.
A buttercup comes to mind with a golden glow,
as though kissed by sunlight for a special show.
As children, we placed a buttercup under our chin,
and were amazed by its reflection onto our skin.
It was said that if a bright yellow glow was seen,
you preferred butter on your bread to margarine.
A child's way of passing a warm summer's day,
as you sat on the grass letting time slip away