Nature Plays With Our Minds

Nature Plays With Our Minds


Map projections kindle childish grins
Forecasting spells of white covered
Memories mottling old painted time
Anew. Each anxious eye waits to
Gaze upon a placid canvas scene
Gleaming away the prosaic day.

Early awakenings hope a snow day,
Each wide-eye questions mom's grin
Behind hazelnut steam, soothing a scene
Beautiful and pure like the snow cover
Outside. Her right eye shutters quick to
Send a spirited cheer in sequenced time.

Mom's mind transports a reflective time
When a crowed house cheered all day
With her seven siblings yearning to
Run, play, and sculpt snowman grins
Until puce faces and cold night's cover-
Returning back to her children's scene

Mom watches their pleasant window scene
Chores neglected for this quiet time
Of amusing change from a heavenly cover,
How could someone work on this day?
Dad throws a shovel of joy and grins
As it knocks their youngest son hard to

The ground. A girl giggles from her door to
Show her innocent crush to shape the scene;
Her voice, erupts his face with a bashful grin
And inside, mom remembers a similar time,
Dad fell to his backside impressing a day
Mom taunts dad, under the sheets cover.

Sun darkens to cold and all turn in for cover
With smiles frozen shades of red to
Instill old and new memories for another day
In loom of another gracious white scene
Knowing nothing of money and time
Yet cherishes the wondrous childish grin.

Why do these days of rich nature scenes
Bring us playful grins, over our lives to
Mask thoughts of time with blissful cover?