Slender boughs tremulous under the weight
of tight-lipped buds, pink like dawn’s blushing glow,
she peeps from the garden, standing tiptoe,
feels the sun’s caress. Like the...
Spring has been extolled in poetry perhaps more than any other season. Since antiquity, poets have associated spring with growth and celebration making their poems are a joy to read this time of year.
‘Florals? For Spring? Ground-breaking.’ (Opening a fashion article with that quote? Ground-breaking.) Except, Miranda Priestly’s eviscerating dismissal (coupled with a withering stare) is perhaps...