Oh Blank Page

Oh blank page

Before my eyes

You stand a canvas ready.

What shall I place upon you?

What color?

Golden Rod, Peridot,

Mauve or Eggshell Blue?

Shall I take the Goldenrod and make a sun?

Shall I take the Peridot and make some grass?

Shall I take the Mauve and make dusk’s hue

Upon the Eggshell sky waning

Behind?

Shall I take my brush and mix the colors

To make subtle shades of shadows with the mauve

To make blue with goldenrod shadows

Upon the mauven cloud,

Dark at dusk’s meet.

Shall I then tuck the sun beneath the horizon

Shaded in the Mauven sky, the golden rod touching the clouds

The grass fiery with the jewelry-rain?

Writing is my canvas.

For I can make the scene far more beautiful

With my words than with a brush.