A WEDDING IN THE GARDEN

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There is going to be a wedding in the garden

this morning,

Mother Earth, the patient bride,

awaiting fickle Sky-groom,

fair-weather friend.

He is dawdling,

arranging his clouds just so,

to look his best.

He can be seen casting glances

at neighboring planets.

The groomsmen look at each other

and shake their heads.

The bride is resplendent 

in her grass-green gown,

dotted with magenta rhododendrons.

Her cascading waterfall tresses

roll bountifully down,

and an exaltation of skylarks

cavort about her head and shoulders,

joyously singing.

Birds just love a good wedding.

Wild bunnies peep, big-eyed, 

from under the floral garlands.

A mama deer and her fawn attend

but at a distance, out in the pasture.

The bride's attendants are covered

with pink and purple blossoms.

The trees stand tall in their tuxedos,

sporting a carnation in every lapel.

From every bough,

a collective of assorted yard birds 

warble a clarion call

to the assembled guests~

joy on a summer morning.

Sunflowers and weeping willow

line the aisle with splendor.

Mother Earth approaches,

carrying pink luscious peonies,

smiling a tremulous smile,

faintly tinged with tears.

She is softened and sweet,

with an attitude 

of wistful hopefulness

against the inner fear

she does not wish to see:

her groom is changeable,

can burn or freeze her at will.

Nevertheless,

she is dressed in her best,

lets her heart do the rest.

She steps forth with head held high,

into the moment.

The only time for love,

my friends,

is Now. 

One from the spring of 2015, my friends, to be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United on Sunday morning. Wishing you all a wonderful sunny weekend!