My Lady

My lady is the wind’s soft sigh through fields of marigolds in June, A beach night stroll beneath the moon, a cloudless sky, a butterfly. She waltzes to a rhapsody and lifts her voice soulfully. My lady is. . . A splendid sunset in July as two soared high in a balloon. The bliss we tasted, you and I, against a bright sky streaked maroon, is almost like a fantasy which lingers in my memory. My lady is. . . A tranquil August lullaby; the ocean’s sound along a dune, A dragonfly, a blue jay’s cry, a lazy daisy afternoon till Autumn brings new poetry; then long warm nights soon cease to be, and months of Winter’s chill ensue. My lady is the wind’s soft sigh through fields of marigolds in June; a splendid sunset in July; a tranquil August lullaby. She waltzes to a rhapsody which lingers in my memory. When months of Winter’s chill ensue, I’ve bid my Lady Love adieu. For Brian Strand's 'YOUR CHOICE (10)PERSONIFICATION ,any form,any theme'