It's a momentary pleasure <br />to the sounds and sights alike, <br />Road and grass at day <br />then blank canvas after night, <br />Where northern chills bring slower rain <br />that spreads faster than the light, <br />The new white wary world <br />emerges freshly into sight. <br /> <br />Erasing colours from the streets <br />and problems from the mind, <br />An atmospheric greeting <br />from vapour and ice combined, <br />Distorting cars and houses <br />until no longer humankind, <br />Growing, ever growing, <br />Up the walls like tomato vines. <br /> <br />Influential and unstoppable <br />the artists' spirits fade, <br />For once the presence tastes <br />like lavish laughter in the face, <br />The grimace shared amongst the props <br />is reflection of first taste, <br />All ice and rain and ice again <br />A blank canvas gone to waste.<br /><br />Kale Beaudry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blank-canvas/
