Pale

You could hardly

distinguish

Her outline

Pale Pink lipstick

Grounded

Her charms

Her hair a whispy flow

Of light Gold

She was like the Fey

Almost detectable

A hint

An illusion

In light blue gauze

Spun...into being

By a heartbeat

Carrying a bouquet

Of crocus and lilac

That fell out of her hand

One by One

Leaving a scented trail