The perfect scene

Her gaze focused on

the crowd of plush trees 

that radiated with violets

purples, reds and blues

~

She imagined the summer wind

moving her dress

in a gazebo 

that snuggled up to the stream

The path next to it

held puddles of sunlight

on the plush lawn

~

pearly gates couldn't

be far away

~

but her eyes were diverted

to the window when snow started falling

outside on the air conditioner 

~

She turned to make supper 

~

reality always interrupts

Author's Note

Thomas Kinkade

Reviews

[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. :)