Prairie Bride

You grace the dusty roadside

Covered with pearls

Like the bodice of a bride’s dress

Your maids beside you wearing green satin.

Pearls bursting in the sunshine

Each becoming suddenly

Like baby’s breath in the bride’s bouquet,

A tiny bright white blossom.

Your blooms moonlight white, pure white, 

And perfumed softly 

Like the sheer net of the bride’s veil

And her taffeta petticoats.

Summer snowflakes, holding each other

Each part of the whole.

Like the lace that trims the bride’s skirts

And her satin wedding veil.