At Long Last, Elegance

My latest man has plans for me; He's going to dress me in the finest, As still-life, covered with twigs and vining; Artfully arranged beneath open skies, With wind-blown blossoms, and airy sighs; Then he'll paint me in silvery, sparkling dew; Veiled by dust storms, and cosmic blue. He promised that dawn provides the best blush; For highlights there's sunset, and moired moon dust, And a drape of clover and ivy's a must, And just the touch, of forget-me-nots; trailing Then a birds-nest hat, with half-gloves of down; Dandelion broach; the best around; A picture of elegance will I be, Poised and ready for eternity.