Spring 's Secret

There were times, in our place,

Brides came to the dais

Glimmering in gold, always coy,  

Departing with their owning boys.

The moon reigned above their bowers

The koels sang from happy abodes.

The times having changed

Our brides are all gone;

Only girls  

Ordering online pizza ,sandwich, whatever.

Looking for who's green in tab 

Fixing their men, fixing dates, to

Go missing on nuptial flight; invariably 

Bring the Spring's knowledge, known

Once only to ancient trees.

Empresses of destiny, our girls happily 

Look into wombs for progeny,

Move on, unmindful of  chains trying to catch up.