I was a summer blossom <br />given away; <br />walking before a tear-scented Wedding Train, <br /> <br />inside an arm-locked processional, <br /> <br />with attending musical strains, <br />rose petal aisled <br />marriage vows. <br /> <br />My Dad finally breathed- <br />not wanting to release <br />but willed himself. <br /> <br />Love leaves that autumn- <br /> <br />mixing then <br />separations <br />and matrimonies, <br /> <br />ironies <br />and cleavings, <br /> <br />all falling gently <br />from his tree; <br />floating <br />evolving- <br />winging <br />paradoxes <br />and meanings- <br /> <br />leaf rustlings stirring; <br />signaling <br />someone's winter <br />and someone's spring. <br /> <br />Dad cries. <br /> <br />Daughter loves <br />both autumn leaves <br />and summer blossomings- <br /> <br />a gardenia scent <br />in the heavy air <br />falls quietly- <br />memory <br />stroked; <br />still trembling.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-wedding-autumn-dad/
