Spring Wedding

First come the buds

Heralding presence of Spring

My younger self perched by the window

Waiting waiting for the burst

A pink shower of confetti

Branches heavy with frilly fragile flowers

Out we go my aunt, my sister and I

The air has turned from cold to sweet

Sweet as cherries

Petals land gently on my head

Not so with my aunt

“Ah!”  She cries

Gentle turns to avalanche

My sister shakes a pregnant branch

Blossoms crown copper curls like a princess veil

My dad stands in the window picturing  a bridal veil

Walking down 19th Avenue arm in arm with his daughter

A Spring wedding dream


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