for Mary
We took vows in summer,
partied in fall,
and spliced our lives
to September’s seesaw of seasons,
muggy one day, crisp the next,
moods married one to the other.
On the 22nd, a day of twos
twice blessed, we
coupled our fortunes of love
and quotidian time, making sacraments
of eating and sleeping,
sharing the blind bargains of days.
At the fulcrum of light and dark,
summer’s delights flowed
into slowly unspooling autumns.
Soon, winter’s cold will draw us
closer as time itself freezes,
and two are finally avowed as one.
Photo by Tom Cameron
