A lighthearted kid-inspired poem because I’m thinking of spring today.
Bubbles
wondrous magic
wrought by breath
fickle-fortuned
wandering
short-lived
iridescent dreams
some burst
almost immediately
others light a spell
upon the ground
lucky ones
catch the breeze
dance an updraft
twinkle sunward
out of sight
drift into eternity
Dreadful Ideas 