A mind amidst a mist in spring,
Awakens an intriguing thing.
Creativity is born.
A mind amidst a summer mist
Represents a dampened wrist.
Inspiration torn,
Dissuaded by perspiration beads.
Amidst a mist an autumn mind,
Mild, beguiled, color blind,
So intrigued by candy corn,
Flounders amid dropping seeds,
Plays hide and seek in piles of leaves.
A mind amidst a wintry mist,
Encounters sleet. Wishing sun kissed,
Skies would reappear. Forlorn,
Desirous of spring mist indeed.
Yet nature minded will still believe,
In autumn, winter, summer, SPRING!
