by Regina
Wisteria-scented gloaming
in the garden of
an August moonrise,
a lone whippoorwill heralds
the bridal union,
as the shy bride
pauses beneath
the wooden lattice arch
covered in glowing snowy-white roses.
She, so adorned in creamy lace,
takes her groom by the hand,
'neath the stars,
the innumerable stars,
they kiss, in the sealing
of promises,
in gaiety she twirls,
weeping in blessedness,
as the wedding guests
in the cool night exultation,
raise their clinking
glasses of champagne.