From The Woods

Wearing white

A gown covered in bells

Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds

A horse gallops in the far distance

Trumpet players chime their sounds

As the attendees pour in

Honey drips down the trees

A bee buzzes by

Humming birds fly

Growling roars are heard from mountain tops

A choir heard for miles

Listening to your every footstep

These states are borderless

Containing nothing but compassion

It is I who waits

The aisle run is over

Your cuffs are off

Free you are

My warm arms open

She came to me draped

From the woods she walked.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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