Spring Bubbles

 Suddenly there were bubbles, 
 Billowing over the green yard
 Sauntered by spring, randomly flying

 As Beabadobee sang "You're Here That's the Thing", 

 A vernal mania,

 A bottle of soap unleashed on the blossoms.
 Thousands of bubbles they fluttered,
 Blasted forth by a gentle wind
 Waving goodbye, outside my window
 As I lay in bed on this lazy afternoon,
 A happy Friday, a sunny day,
 With time moving slowly

 Like the children's laughter.
 The bubbles lift with each loving cackle,
 Floating skyward in conjoined forces,
 The wind and the merriment sending them soaring,
 Off on a short-lived odyssey to burst,
 The music shielding them, uniting them
 In an ambient sorbet to kiss the flowers.
 She walks in, smiling, the face of the season,
 Radiant with the pink of painted wings,
 Asking me to come out, reminding me
 How much I love her.