Passing Noonday Flux

When sky born laughter a strained ode construed, soaks up the pale rust yellow foliage, visual feast pursuit awhile imbued, An early morning spell I might engage, while breathing in the faraway sea chill, one awe struck heart dweller in brief passage Of sunlight and fraught tree trunk on the hill, cheep and chirp road noise lifting sluggish heart, I peer awakened from my window sill On dockland, wharf or pier an eerie start, seagulls flap their wings in gray formation, as town dwellers boldy dash and dart What joy to feel in summer pure elation, cusp of dawn entanglement as glee, passing noonday flux an aberration A comet’s blazing trail now lodged on earth, symbol, metaphor, this rousing figment, cusp of dawn entanglement as top glee, human July throng in our element