Vernal Mist
Gravetye Manor, Sussex
19th May, 2024
In the early morning mist,
Curls gently rising,
Dampness entwines verdant hues,
Tracing vines' winding ascent,
Along leafy veins,
into dewdrops, reluctant to fall.
Moments later, resting upon her lush lashes,
Reflecting her crystalline gaze;
Trickling down her porcelain cheeks,
Caressing her delicate downy skin,
Dripping onto that sheer silk.
Upon moistened earth, shallow imprints of spring,
She tiptoes from harsh winter's embrace,
Emerging from mist, a coy silhouette revealed.
She becomes a nymph of La Perla's lace cinched waist,
Or Ralph Lauren's leafy skirt,
Or Blumarine's floral patchwork dress lingering in this realm.
The fragrance of spring wafts,
Flowing amidst swaying shadows,
Anointing all in its path.
Henceforth, the earth warms, all revived,
The scent lingering long after.