Although delays are part of daily
life
And one’s hopes may founder on
the practicalities
Of simply getting to some place
or other,
She found that when she asked
That such and such a thing be
done
In such and such a time
just to give a few days off
From the duty of her stewardship
There was no reluctance
From those she asked
And benign grace seemed to fill
the air around.
Something was gathering closeby,
And affected all
The opposite of a thunder cloud,
Though as intense and coverall,
As if a green sea , a turquoise
sea,
A mirror perfect eiderdown ,deep
hued sea,
Flowed from the woods
And washed all in its grey green
gorgeous grasp.
The mist and spindrift spray,
hung silent and did not explode
Staying in the woods,
Softening the edges with a smell
of ozone,
wild garlic and new life.
And people now smiled at each
another.
Sudden posies, white rose and
jasmine,
Dropped at her feet as if by
chance,
As all who made their business
to breathe in the valley’s air,
felt the need to give her flowers,
and whitewash dirty corners of
old barns,
to hang baskets of sweet
Williams,
on rafter, porch and window's
eave,
and to smile with deep sincere
intent.
The mood cannot be said
To have crescendoed
By any conventions that I know,
And I only write down what I see,
And hear from those who closer
were,
But this warm feeling
Of supersaturated summer ease
Peaked and Alacrity’s new white
shoes
Took her one day
Towards that bed within the
woods,
That was now real as any gate.
She went alone, yet many saw her
go,
Riding on that crest of
inevitable elation,
Stepping like proud lipizaner,
Highstepping in some summer dance
Of which she could not, would not
share the steps.
And one ,later on in happy cups,
Onlookers said they saw that bear
again,
With crown of dogwood rose upon
his brow
leading her into the woods
To where all guessed the bed
might be,
From where all the mist and green
light shone,
From where sunlight dappled on
command
To where holly bristles softened
at her will,
And ash keys, sycamores
Showered down as Pan's confetti,
And acorns, beech and hazel nuts
Pattered groundwards in sweet
applause,
As vows were made
that are now part of the earth
part of the pact between
the now and what’s to come of us,
as Green-man and Green-valley's
Queen,
broke open pods, seedcases,
greedily sucked wet fruit
and poured all passion into the
thunderclaps
that rocked the Valley
and sealed its love
for all other valleys
where others live
and go about their daily rounds.
A brother, sleeping under the
earth
Winks solemnly at a sister’s
path,
And wolf, still with snow upon
his back,
Yaps and prances as a puppy
In celebration and in joy.
We have, on earth, now all we
need
In this, our brightstar wedded
Eve,
A child of innocence and wise
eyes
Who walks the path between the
worlds
And sought and was the greatest
prize,
Rejoining ,with sweet human
touch,
Our lives which,once we thought
we trod upon,
But now, as clears the wedding
mist,
We know we walk ,as friends,
amidst.
And on this day, as sets the sun
It was great
In Albion.
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