Honeyed
The fresh scent of April is in the air;
a garden wedding and their sweet smiles bloom.
The sun drops honey from the sky so fair.
Soon to come is their honeymoon.
Six nights as warm as soft cashmere now loom
for the newlyweds, who are prepared to share
their bliss forevermore. The bride and groom
with fervent honeyed words their love declare.
Nov. 11, 2019
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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