Giggling ghost dancing, twisting skipping
life bubble melted, burst, now naught but curled scar
cloudshadow (to some), or shimmering rose green spark,
or a spilled breeze, a whisper, a breath.
In twighlight lull before dawn, a grin on cue
Leaves lifes journey open, ajar
dVerse poets quadrille challenge, using all the words.