aristonaut

A poem for my sisters wedding.

Snow melt drips.
ice peppered,
drip dorp pattered,
wodden floor.
Wooden folcks flocked around.
standing still,not
making sound.

Watiing for the wedding day
in their own wooden way.

Split sun rays.
arrow on their way;
to light the time.
for this day is
my sisters time.

Waiting for the wedding ray
in times own sweet way.

to see a lovers
embeace.
in light cast
illumination.
In this signal
of loves' consumation.

Happy wedding day Anna! XXX