Cue spring-time dawn
a lull in scars
fireflies in jars
journey through open windows,
melt shadow ghosts
breathe rose-scented giggles
the sound of drizzle and breeze
dance a green shimmer-twist bubble,
spill leaves that curl and skip,
spark balloon clouds,
still a floating whisper-echo.
dVerse – Quadrille Monday (with all the words).