New York Wedding


Ten perfect days
brilliant sunshine
New York glittering
implacably
in December cold
as dawn’s hope
etches a patina of gold
on giant barkless trees

Who will die today
what new joy be born
my once tiny fragment
of fragile life
is woman now it seems
and leads me
through the magic city
of my imaginary dreams

She is leader now
and should mother be
as her circle turns
and winds away from me
I will follow now
until the coming snow
hides her footsteps
that I will never see