The Ripening

 Something is ripening beneath the surface.

A new rendition emerges from the underworld.
Soft as a whisper, and rich with myth.
Born of story, of cycles, and sacred thresholds,
This version holds ancient seeds,
And future echoes.

It lingers.
Like stained fingertips.
Like the heat of a choice made long ago.
There is sweetness, and consequence.
Where ritual meets warm, radiance.

We won’t reveal all just yet.
But you will feel it in your body,
Before you know it in your mind.

Or let it reveal itself,
In its own time.

2026 collection is coming.

x Kerry