Poem: Painter's Palette

Constantly changing
the hues of the palette
seem to mix in strange
and unusual ways
The wood warps and cracks
paint seeps through the edges
stain the deep set grooves
in rainbow.
You could trace the ages
through splatters of cobalt
and the era of styles
through sprinkles of glitter.
Memorialized in contrasts
white swirled in dark
to make it lighter
russets and oranges
shade into verdant swipes
that may be leaves
or maybe grass
for spring flowers or
dying falling petals.
Any painter throws it away
but it is a memorial
or a testament to
canvases gone by.