somewhere there’s a
fluttering its delicate wings
chaos, soft, waves of air
bellowing, swelling into tempests…change…somewhere there’s a butterfly
And…that’s a wrap. 31 days of pi-archimedic perfection. I have loved this form. April is poetry month. My usual micro-shorts will be replaced by NaPoWriMo offerings each day. Summoning the Muse! Let the words flow!