Today's Canvas

My canvas is blank
as I greet the dawn,
morning choir tunes,
we await horizon's crown.

I pondered to wipe
my canvas of paint,
yesterday's attempt. . .
big smears as I re-acquaint.

In attempt to lift,
to preserve its hues,
unsuccessful I was,
blobs of paint hides from my view.

Colours of pure shade
now appear in sight,
to blend and apply,
new strokes my goal—not my plight.

Yesterday is gone,
today enfolds me,
fresh canvas and paint,
the artist within now sees.

April 7, 2016