The Pacifistic Sun’s Shine

Part twisting were the teeming winds
That were howling mid the heather,
Where the sunlight caught the mid-flight spores
Like a nimbus of feign feathers.
There, throstles trolled fleeting hymns
While lucent rays refracted,
Playfully spun and craftily shunned,
Off its pinions and thin limbs:
A shade, a trace, blotched pale against the sun
In the nothingness of its abyss
Where known universe was picked undone.