‘Earth’s Canvas’ by Mark Sautter The Society April 24, 2014 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments Oh what is the hue? The right shade of blue To color the new morning sky And the green for the trees But, what color’s the breeze? How does one paint but a sigh? I’d paint the clouds white The sun yellow and bright As it kisses the things that I see Blue and green in a flash I’d catch the wave’s crash Before it slips back to the sea The sunrise of red Greets the new day ahead And purple I’d paint the night sky A day bright and warm Or a dark, angry storm The brushstrokes appear to my eye And, oh such a pity When I picture a city The color I think of is grey But beneath a green tree Or beside the blue sea My troubles are painted away Mark A. Sautter is a geologist and poet living in Fort Myers, Florida. Featured Image: “Painter in His Studio” by Francois Boucher (1703-1770) NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. CODEC Stories:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Katy April 24, 2014 Beautiful poem. Reply James Ph. Kotsybar April 24, 2014 Lovely verse! Reply Elizabeth April 25, 2014 Lovely contrast. Isn’t that how we think of cities: gray! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Captcha loading...In order to pass the CAPTCHA please enable JavaScript. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
