My Canvas

Vividly,
the morning light shines
upon my new masterpiece.
I watch covered in shadows
as the red ink drips slowly off my pen
on the pure snow
so beautiful it looks ,  
the red
violently contrasting the brillant white paper
as it drips as it drips.
Huh I never noticed before
its snowing again
new snow surrounds my masterpiece
blue snow flakes on my picture frame
looks so weird ,funny ,ironicly
patriotic
so am I now a patriot?
I giggle and walk away slowly
the ink has dried by now
oh well,
I wonder if they like my painting?
I could ask them now but
that wouldn't be fun
I guess I'll just wait for the headline
now on to my next
tomorrow.