A Dreamy Afternoon

The ending has been slightly changed recently.

Her gaze focused on a plush garden

diffused with violets, purples, reds, and blues.

She felt a gust of summer breeze

move her dress in the gazebo 

beside the stream.

The plush lawn

held spots of suffused sunlight.

Embers of dandelions fell 

Pearly gates couldn't be far away.

But the dandelions turned to snow 

which began to fall

on the air conditioner

out the window.

She turned to make him supper,

preparing 

for drunken chastisement

over anything.

When fantasy is broken,

cold reality is often cruel.

Author's Note

Thomas Kinkade

Reviews

[Neville]

You have crafted a veritable colour wheel sir .. a palette of hues and jeez, don't ya just wanna be that summer breeze, that lifted up her dress tis said, to keep those snowflakes off her head .. Bloomin lovely mate .. Neville :)

[Relic]

ha thank you, Neville. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your attention to detail is wonderfully illustrated here, Tim. The trees that radiated with violets, the path that held puddles of sunlight, to her eyes that were suddenly diverted to the window when the snow began to fall. It was enough to absorb me, so much so I didn't want it to end. Just beautiful.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Kelly. I appreciate your comment. :)

[Temperance]

Your last line says it all. What she pictured in her mind was a daydream, a wish, somewhere she would rather be but, instead, she was in a cold weather place with responsibilities. I love how you had the reader in that colorful, peaceful place and then, our eyes moved to the window along with the protagonist and we saw the snow. I really like this poem. Nicely done! Temp

[Relic]

Yes, a daydream from a 'painting' on the wall. (Thomas Kinkade) Thank you, Temp. :)

[Temperance]

You are very welcome!

[John the Baptist]

I think you have named the upside of Alzheimers.

[Relic]

An interesting interpretation from what I was thinking. Thanks, John. :)