Marriage. {A Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby

 

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A chill greets me

 

With winds talking

 

And leaves yawning

 

From limb to

 

Earth, as the day wakes

 

With a tickle and

 

A jolt, knowing this

 

Moment cannot promise

 

To hold tomorrow

 

Because life depends

 

On simple things,

 

Baked apples, walks in the neighborhood,

 

A night with a movie,

 

Letting a loveseat cradle

 

Hearts as finger tips trace the years,

 

Trying to find the woman

 

I am in how you see

 

Fine as a bud on a leaf,

 

What blooms or withers,

 

What feeds earth

 

And courts sunshine, cloud cover;

 

All meaning drifts

 

From above, cleansing as rain, angry

 

As thunder, dangerous as lightening,

 

Life baptizes our vow

 

Made breath

 

By breath, for better and worse, till

 

Death do us part.