Write a poem about: Winter – White Canvas

white canvas

eager to be painted

by footprints of

happy children.

 

happy children

eager to paint

the white canvas

with strokes of unpredictable lines,

with piles of rolled soft clay,

splattered or stacked,

with tracks up and down,

covering the canvas.

 

crisp, white canvas

no more.

eager children

painted it happily

with haste, with whimsy,

with smiles and moments

of sheer joy.

-MKM 1/20/19

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