Plum Moon 2026 Perfume Oil

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone. - Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains, and the music of a world untouched by our hands. Wild plum trees will shiver awake beneath a milk-white moon, their blossoms luminous against the wet black branches, the sweet promise of their dark fruits mingling with the scent of rain-darkened earth. Somewhere in the distance, frogs sing from still pools and owls sing their songs into the night, heedless of what has passed. A perfume for the world after us: bruised plum, wild plum blossom, wet soil, rainwater, green leaves, pale moss, moonlit petals, and the cool, ghostly sweetness of life renewing.