Summer’s End

The deerfoot stippler, washed, dryed, put away

Quinacridone Magenta frowns as her cap is tightened

Stuffed into her den between Naphthol Crimson and

Phthalo Green;

The easel creaks

as he is flattened,

placed beside the

crafting table.

Canvases mourn,

modeling paste grieves,

pallet knives lament.

A little wave goodbye to my ArtSherpa,

Creepy Trees,

and Thankful Art.

Table is cleared of pallet creativity;

the mind must focus on its new venture–

Creativity with the pen!

The artist’s pallet changes from paint and brushes to

powerpoints and Writer’s Notebooks.

The crafting room morphs into an office once again;

Soon pencils, highlighters, folders, essays line the table

Bags of homework to be graded

Late to bed, early to rise

School starts again.