It was soft, almost invisible

Not until observed closely

peering from a balcony

there it was shining

right beneath a streetlight

with winged souls all around

dancing furiously in the light

like moths to a candle

it shimmered over them

softly falling, without noise

kissing the soil sweetly

yet to release the fragrance

that is born from its touch

which so fills your senses

but never feels too much

and that’s how it begins

like a slow blooming flower

the season’s first shower