Blowing Bubbles

Carried on a soft whisper

Of a breeze

Little bubbles float aloft,

Delighting
Little children
With such simple pleasures;

A kaleidoscope of colours
Swirl around in circles
In rich fluidity

Of amethyst
And jade,
Sapphire
And gold;

Sadly, soon
Obliterated,

Erased out of existence.

Lips tremble,
But smiles
Return again

As soon as
Lips are pursed,
A gentle breath
Gives birth
To another
Gem of wonder -

A Bubble,
A Child’s rainbow globe;

Tenuous, momentary,
But a dream
Of beautiful fragility
That captivates
A sense of wonder.

Generations come and go
But this thrill will never die.