The Dogwood blushes,
October-demure,
Each leaf hued with three seasons complete.
Maid of Honor,
Shy witness to this moment of
Man’s courage,
Woman’s love,
Uttered in the dusk
Beneath her apple-cheeked curtsey:
He kneels;
She gasps.
You! Me? Yes? Yes!
And all the tale is told.
~
With love to Adrienne and Eliot on their engagement.
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