Mist Becoming Rain Perfume

Soft rainwater, mist drenched hazel wood, meadow grasses, sage blooms, orris root, ozone, grey amber and vetiver. Deep, dark, cool and mysterious. When the black herds of the rain were grazing,In the gap of the pure cold windAnd the watery hazes of the hazelBrought her into my mind,I thought of the last honey by the waterThat no hive can find.Brightness was drenching through the branchesWhen she wandered again,Turning sliver out of dark grassesWhere the skylark had lain,And her voice coming softly over the meadowWas the mist becoming rain. - Austin Clarke, The Lost Heifer  Art: Nocturne: Silver and Opal by Artist: James McNeill Whistler, early 1880s