The Physics of Afternoon

It's one of those pendulum kind of days, 
Swinging from cloud shadow into sun rays; 
When soft breezes become gusts through the trees, 
Oh, the velocity of scattered leaves. 

Photons filter through curtains of white lace, 
While wildflowers energize this place; 
Blooms refracting from a prism of pint jars 
Balance gravity like main sequence stars. 

Soundwave from the children's play undulates, 
And out from a black hole cat calculates 
Its trajectory to lick a jam spoon 
This electromagnetic afternoon.

--Janell W., Adult