Poets are really very lucky – they are mobile!

Take a note book and pen, or at least your phone so you can text yourself, and simply go for a walk.

Walk around for maybe an hour in either the country or the town and observe the world – look at the sunlight slanting through the trees or how it turns the stone buildings into honey. Think about how cold and miserable you are and how you hope the note book isn’t too soggy to write on.

Then when something hits you as a particularly good observation write it down. When you get back home or slink into a coffee shop or flop in the dappled shade of a tree, see what comes out when you look at those notes and just start writing.