Dressed for July

Late, as always, and engulfed in white tulle,

I squeezed into my little Jade and drove.

Oh my sweet Love, making you wait was cruel;

But at last, our gaze met across the grove.

Fools Rush In playing softly through the air,

Golden light, cottonwoods dressed for July;

All I saw was you; the life we would share;

And I beelined forward past judging eyes.

My brimming heart couldn’t wait anymore.

With happy birds singing, we vowed to love;

We vowed to stay, we vowed through rich and poor,

And laughed as lucky rain fell from above.

Sweet Nature was giving us her blessing;

Whilst in a meadow, delicate and green.