Good grief! I usually get the "blues" during the latter part of winter, but this year was intense and I had absolutely no indication of a muse, no creative juices prompting me to paint, just a general malaise that kept me from opening the computer for a week at a time, and I barely cracked the door to the studio for the past two-three months.
BUT! The juices are beginning to flow again - as they usually do at the hint of spring - and I'm beginning to feel color and see color, so I'm going to get back in front of the easel and see what transpires. As for poetry, give me a week and I'll see what I come up with. Man, if feels good to thrive again.