(Poem 172 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

A princess in a fitted gown
floats into the room sparkling
like stars in a dark night sky.
She is the dream vision of
every little girl who imagines
herself someday gracefully
gliding down a cathedral aisle.
The sheer veil ripples elegantly,
falling like light snow in quiet
drifts on her brunette locks.
Gentle turns, angled glances
at her beauty in the mirror,
loveliness draped in silk and lace.

@Home Studio – 172^nd poem of the year

Runner ups for the Wedding Dress Event photos to accompany my poem: