This year won’t presumably pass <br />Without you letting me know <br />Just when the wedding bells <br />Ring for us. <br />Is it in the Spring when the tufts <br />Of golden grass paint shadows of us <br />Making love beneath its’ tall slivers <br />Basking until dusk? <br />When do the wedding bells ring? <br /> <br />I clearly can hear, <br />The staunch steeple bells <br />Ringing back then boastfully forth, <br />Quickly lachrymal loud <br />Resonating across the Hudson River <br />Where the sunset crests above the pink <br />Hem in the horizon. <br />When do the wedding bells ring? <br /> <br />The steeple looks tremendously <br />Towering all covered with crenulated <br />Snow. New born chicks cuddle covetously <br />Above a roof drainage pipe, <br />Arduously awaiting a mothers’ breakfast find. <br />When do the wedding bells ring? <br /> <br />Will God allow blind birds <br />To be dizzy gloriously soaring, <br />Across the silver cloned clouds <br />With their songs impassioned <br />On the tops of floating flower beds <br />Dripping in indelible ink? <br />When do the wedding bells ring? <br /> <br />A parched tear crinkles, <br />Rose petalled fragrants ooze, <br />Egg yellow pollen imprints purple, <br />and silken stamens capture breath <br />So intimately when pressed and preserved. <br />Are they a photograph of love? <br />When do the wedding bells ring?<br /><br />Lisa Rhodes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-do-the-wedding-bells-ring/
