After May

A delicate parasol
shades her porcelain skin.
Rays of May dancing
on every budding bloom.
Her heart will lanquish,
quiet, nestled in its room,
awaits the promised hand.
A gentleman will come.
If, perchance, a cloud would form,
or rain should blow her way,
She lifts her skirts in one slight hand
to shelter;
hide away.
For now the birds sing joyous
and warmth within her plays.
She twirls the fragile parasol,
and sings,
"Let come what may."
I saw her in the garden,
I could not turn away,
Her beauty surpassed
even sun,
like sundown dresses day.

This is my 5 minute freewrite from parasol
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art and flair courtesy of @PegasusPhysics

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