This Will Do Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

This Will Do



Not content to let it just fade
one more masterpiece is displayed;
He paints the end of the day.

Great swaths of color
splash wildly across the skies;
a variety of hues in
reds oranges yellows and blues.

Then stretching forth his brush
for a finishing touch or two,
He whispers to the breeze
'yes, I think this will do.'

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