Beneath the trees, where snow falls swift
There's a wedding dance of leaves
Hip and berry, pale and pink
Laying branches barren in the breeze
In repose, they lie in wait
For new buds to form from ice
On springtime's gentle zephyr,
To bloom beneath the trees.
Pink on pink, hand in hand
There's a matrimony of thorns and fruit
Intertwined vines like a wedding cord
To persist through blossom and freeze
Beneath the canopy, a veil is laid
Together, they promise to grow
In a whisper of wind, the wedding dance begins
A marriage of roses and snowberry.
Author's note: Roses and snowberry like to grow together in the woods! This is cute because roses are a symbol of love, and it's as if they're married to their snowberry companions. This poem has a lot of marriage-related wording, wedding cords and dances, a veil (of snow) and even "zephyr", derived from Zephyrus, the west wind, who carried Psyche (the human mind) to meet the god of love, Eros, in the Greek mythos. The end words of the first three stanzas rhyme because I thought it made the poem feel more tied up, like marriage. This poem is one of my more complex, and it took me... way too long to write. I don't even want to know the time exactly.
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
