Words for words' sake

I've got so blocked I can't even think of a decent blog post.

Maybe this will help.

There's gold outside. Sun-gold. It's pouring down the rendered walls of the house opposite, slip-sliding over the shivering pine-needles, staining the livid yellow willow stems. In the shining ivy, frail birds sing full-throated, catching the moment.

The once-muddy road glistens, gilded. The laurel is illuminated: gold leaf on green leaf.

The sun sets, it grows cold. A grey, drizzling day is given a last benediction, to remind us why we're alive.

Roll on spring.