~~~ Happenstance ~~~
~ Happenstance ~
Frail nymph, sleuths from her golden corner,
Of a sunlit windowed, gable dormer,
At a great-tailed, magpie’s alpine dash,
Through a rainbow’s, convex, sky moustache.
Sweet Sol, half-hid ‘hind worsted cloud,
In thunder’s beard of transient shroud;
To seize the thoughts which captured her,
Thence stow them in his sunset blur.
As west vies tennis with eastern blaze,
In dalliance, launched through aerial daze,
With eminent glow, hovering high above,
Did’st make her feel like fifteen – love.
Now you’re the happy crowd below,
That witness, fall’s empyreal show;
Day court calls time for fledgling doves,
Sun rays pull on their nightly gloves.
Whilst light time takes an absent leave,
He bares glissades from shadowed sleeve,
Which traipse an argent disc to glide,
And lull her, in quixotic pride.