A Wedding Poem for Dave and Kara

To him, she was his open window.
The sweet sigh of sunshine
floating
to settle -

heat seems to settle in a corner on a blanket
under her content, calico cat.

he senses her
in the breeze running from its ocean
its way of waking trees,
to shudder-

it lets them shudder
and wave
and lift their limbs.

it lets them reach out
like the maples
like to sway

like they like to dance
in their front yard.

her motion carries,
when she rustles along aged wood
padding-

slippers padding softly
over to glass sliding open

a window sliding open
as paws brush by the sill
to turn a knob
metal on metal
a sharp whistle from the kettle
a trickle-

the trickle of hot water
as it falls
into his favorite clay cup.

Was there a time when
she was not-

a part of his sound?
a part of his day?

How she has settled so softly in this scene,
among the things he built,
carved from the floorboards and foundations,

...within his world
to be his future
She is his love.

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To her, he was her open book
cherished pages
turned, to savor.

his words savored by her
to learn his story
and his subtle ways.

She senses him
in the musk-
sweeping over grass and garden
to breathe-
he breathes out the beat
to pat and pull
to dig, to drive
he drives deep drumbeats into the earth
among the roots of her serenity.

his motion carries-
as he tumbles along underbrush
plodding-

leather soles plodding
over soil, laying scattered-
piles scattered, as paws dig
and burrow
and uproot layers of stone on stone
to stretch-

a drawn out note.
A blast-
the blast of cold water as it falls
into her favorite flower bed.

Was there a time,
when he was not a part of her sound,
a part of her day?

How he has rooted so deeply in her scene-
among the things she grew,
nurtured among the bulbs and seeds

...within her world,
to be her future,
he is her love.