Wedding Bells In August Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Late summer, beautiful noonday,
Season's flowers bright array,
Lovers here promised to be true;
Came a time they said, "I do."

Wandering breeze, blushing bride,
Handsome groom his certain stride.
Came the hour they both said, "Yes."
Church to witness, God to bless.

Ceremony drifted on summer's dream,
Radiant as sunbeams on a stream.
Came a day they said, "I will."
As the redbird paused its trill.

All the throng the lovers charmed!
Left church each other's arms.
Came a time her name was Mrs-
In an age of starlight kisses!