Summer's Bride

Here she comes, dressed in white

Blushing, she’s a beautiful sight

Eyes in the shade of Alexandrite

She rules the day without a fight

Her gown is seeded with pearls

And moonstones deck her curls

With roses in her bouquet

She stoops to pet her Bombay

She’s early, so she waits

She knows to listen to the Fates

With the scent of woodbine all around

She twirls round and round

In her goat-skinned cloak lined with peacock feathers

Using her hand, her dress’s hem she gathers

Preparing her march

Toward the entry’s arch

Ready for love

Already won the Golden Glove

So don’t take her for a wimp

Her war cry will make you limp

She packs the heat

Never once did she cheat

So don’t take her domesticity for a weakness

That’s just part of her uniqueness

She’ll fight for those in her affection

Under all that dressed-up perfection

She’s at the ready in her war leathers

Tie her down; she’ll break the tethers

Like the mighty oak, she stands tall

Never can she be shaken at all

Looking left to right

She’s an impressive sight

Bow to your empress

Like the eternal cypress

She endures until her time

To exalt her, most sublime

Lying at her feet

Figs for her to eat

Fertility

Responsibility

Taking on the job

With the ability to handle the mob

She’s the one

Who has won

The groom

So make room

For she’s busting out of her cocoon

Here comes June