Writer

A day without taint on Moore Lake

Painting a field of green With words used as paint The Writer erupts with a flourish Giving us a day without taint. Dawn, a pastel of grey; A hopeful shad of blue. Written as a novel The words showing every hue. Eve, shades of pink, Violets, orange and red. The ending that, we know, The author truly dreads. For with the end Surely to follow, despair comes. The writer, though a hesitant reluctant, Realizes his job is done. June 18, 1986