This was set as a poetry exercise when I was in secondary school (Which was many years ago!). We studied the art form of Haiku poetry and it was something that really resonated within me. I wrote this at the time, so it is over 30 years old, but have never revisited the form. Maybe I will one day. Anyway, if your writer feels a little blocked, I can thoroughly recommend writing some of these!
Morning ice crunches
underfoot in my garden.
Autumn is long dead.