Artist with a Brush

I am a paintbrush

brightening my world with color

I use my handle to scrape away

the grit and grey of cities and

color interior spaces

with clean sheets of paint

I  paint tree trunks purple and 

leaves fluorescent pink
I sprout feet and dance

in an open paintbox 
turning into a whirling 
dervish of color

As I spin I fling my colors

out into the world 

April  Poem A Day

Prompt:Write a metaphor poem