Fur lined her cap and caught full droplets
crystal from the mighty heavens the
firmament loosed in night and dawn.
With cheeks blushed rose in heed of cold, the
ice cracking trees and charging broad limbs with black, Esme(e)
awaited under the oak which
spread down the river's bank waited in fur-lined cloak and high belled
boots, pleated trunks, and
belted her plush tunic in gold.
she knew, and ran, and was too late.
carriage so fragile and strange a mushroom
where it paused pale, gray, tenuous in the
dawn whose grayness stifled the vehicle's dainty
pink and rose gilt.
door gaped sadly.
powdered wig bright with jewels lay
cast upon the satin seat.
upon the river the last peak of voluminous
skirt sank like a hand too weak to wave
and Edwina was gone, drowned,
and her enormous red-brown eyes were gone
hopeless, too gentle: hopeless.