To The Artistic Spirit

Fallen leaves like snow
Array of colours
Red, yellow and radiant orange
The cold stripping trees
Removing the beauty that was once there
Air getting more frigid day by day
Warmth sooth the beast
Soon Jack Frost takes over
Laying his white carpet
A blank canvas
The sun takes out its brush
Laying down a wash of green
It uses the familiar array of colours
Red, yellow and orange
The painting sings with the sky
The sunset matching the portrait
A wonderful feeling for the artist

 

Todays best new poem was written by Tyra Grant.