Upon Freshly Fallen Snow

Upon Freshly Fallen Snow

July 27, 2024

The snow fell again

Just enough to be noticed

Not enough to accumulate

The previous four inches claimed that right

The neophytes would wait their turn

The white birch trees obscured views

Of passersby

Of the horse drawn carriages

Of the visible breath of the groom

Of the visible breath of the bride

He wore white

Not as a camouflage

But to blend in with the ambiance

Of this brisk Saturday morn

Where hearing would trump sight

The groom was, thus, certain

Of the bride’s arrival

From her horse’s heavy breathing

From the crush of the wheels on the snow

From the beating of his heart

The bride’s carriage pulled abreast to him

He lowered his betrothed to terra firma

He waited a moment to take her beauty in

She waited a moment to give him his moment

The two were now ready

Steadily they walked upon the fresh snow

His attire was adaptive

Both in appearance and spirit

Her gown was not designed for the outdoors

But her will was

The pastor did not speak

The language of the couple

But he did convey

What was important to convey

So the couple understood nonetheless

One question asked of him

One answer spoken confidently

One question asked of her

One answer mirroring the first

Two hearts become one

The couple walked away to her carriage

The pastor took hold of his

The two ventured together

As one for all eternity

The pastor just waved as they departed

All of the event occurring in silence

Barely audible even if straining to listen

The spirit of the spectacle carried the day

Past a velleity, akin to a volition

The quietude defined the day