A Senendipity Happening

I left my little bucolic home to spend a day in town, A few hours of mere dalliance and shopping for a gown. A mansion with demesne and a sale sign, caught my eye. Such epiphany of grandeur I was unable to pass by. I had ephemeral time to use, I would indulge my senses With efflorescence from the gardens, always hidden by the fences. The harbingers of Spring were there, the red robin and his cousins. In propinquity they gathered and they numbered by the dozens. The fresh air was redolent with the special scents of May And the petrichor resulting from a sudden rain that day. Erstwhile my man was waiting, and I knew free time was flying. That serendipity happening had kept me from my dress buying.