Bride Of Summer

In the garden, with violets gathered in your hair,
Bride of Summer, what enchantment do you wear?
Kiss the water, river daughter, lock your smile away.
Hidden treasure, future pleasure for a rainy day,
you say
Outside my window, I hear you whisper in the evening breeze.
You weave your story, a web of gold between the sleeping trees.
Tired flowers, dying hours, veil across the sky.
Distant thunder, sliding under, echoes of your sigh
Glide by.