Analysis of Passing Glory

White of crest with black tipped wing,
Swiftly it glides this beautiful thing,
A movement here a rest there,
My how miraculous in the morning air.

The silent gull against green and blue,
Into my vision as it passed through,
Gone forever the solitary bird,
Now it's only branches that're stirred.
 About this poem;-
“Seen on the morning when at the beach,
spectacular against the greenness of

trees and blue sky.”