Fire & Pine

Wedding poem

Photo by Waldemar on Unsplash

Buck Moon on the rise,
this July sky,
brimming with a love story.

Sparked by an autumn breeze,
beneath golden Tamarack trees,
your Flame,
my Firewood.

When rain and thunder burst,
I’ll make a shelter of tarp and twine,
build a home with you always — here.

We lay tracks in snowy outbacks,
wake in wildflowers,
hike desert hills.

You,
are my wide-brimming grin,
my hug of earth and pine.

I,
trace your hand
over liquid lines,
you paint —
curves of a canvas-colored universe.

With each new season
crowns of velvet shed,
love grew true bone.

Ease with you became,
dewy mornings on the ranch,
spilling dirt from our hands,
feeding horses,
raising lambs.