A luminous face in the darkness,
Snowy skin; sensual reverie,
Dainty feet grazing the silken surface of the foggy lake,
On a wintry November evening
The heart is gladdened not by the sight of her delicate beauty,
But by her swan-like grace.
Another memory unfurls, shy to the gentlest touch;
Enlightened by knowledge, saddened by joy
A sprig of baby’s breath slips into an aged book of Greek sonnets.
© Zelda Reville