Lights danced below as the Ferris wheel
lifted us above the county fair
toward a crescent October moon.
In the calm above the crowds we kissed
and said for the first time, “I love you.”
Ours was to be a harvest marriage
growing from seeds planted long ago.
Our love didn’t burst up and blossom
following the first raindrops of spring
like some eager radish full of heat
that wilts only days after it’s picked.
The seedling we planted took its time
weathering out the ticking seasons.
The tree of us has grown strong enough
to stand against this life’s hurricanes
with branches green and thick and sturdy
to support the heaviest of fruit
which we pluck and take into our teeth
when the ripe bite is at its sweetest.
Poem to commemorate the wedding of James Maxey and Cheryl Morgan
Poem is copyright James Maxey 2011
May be used freely for non-commercial purposes
as long as authorship is attributed to James Maxey.