brush against the edge
the sound of glitter falling
whirlwind the while
sweeping out the room revealed
surreptitious shifting sands
another delightful visit to rebecca’s haiku my heart
my last poem of napowrimo 2021… way past april but must complete a goal…
poet’s note: what a beautiful day… enjoying the sights and sounds of spring… i was thinking of dorothy’s song somewhere over the rainbow and alice in wonderland while writing this poem…. understanding the worlds around us and listening… we might run into alice’s white rabbit… or maybe the mad hatter