Today's prompt is to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
The window pane brailled with raindrops,
grey pearls of bejewelled matter.
The new leaves beginning on trees
lime tufts; confetti-flung green.
Sky a vast streaked Impressionist swirl.
Daffodils playing a tune of mirth
on the sidelines of road, continuous concerto
of yellow cheer.
Happiness is a keen anomaly.