Gubernatrix Noctilucous

There she is, seducing the trees,
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!