A Love for All Seasons
They were married in the garden – two poets deeply in love with words, colors, changing seasons and each other. They wrote their own vows, exchanged them under the flaming maple, gold and crimson leaves swirling around them. The ceremony ended with lines from their favorite poet, words they hoped to live by in their life together.
love is a place
& through this place of
(with brightness of peace)
Elsa’s lovely soprano voice turned the first stanza into effortless music. Several guests wiped their eyes and held their own loved ones close. Andrew answered her in his rich baritone.
yes is a world
& in this world of
By the time he finished, there wasn’t a dry eye left. After the closing prayer, friends, family and newlyweds embraced amid the symphony of autumn colors.
The seasons passed happily, the couple renewing their vows every autumn. Their life together held only one major disappointment – they had no children.
“But we have a magnificent garden, our wonderful books and our writings, and most of all, each other.” Andrew reminded Elsa.
Elsa agreed, and as always, turned to poetry for solace.
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
Andrew continued the poem.
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
They fell into each other’s arms, radiant with love and gratitude.
Then the terrible illness came.
Elsa became weak and frail. Andrew nursed her, comforted her, read to her. When Elsa could no longer lift a spoon, Andrew fed her. He helped her walk, then finally carried her.
Now Andrew stands alone under the flaming maple, spreading Elsa’s ashes and once again reciting Cummings:
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire
His voice breaks. A figure bathed in light appears beside him, and a familiar voice finishes the verse.
And live by love though the stars walk backward
Andrew smiles at his beloved. Together, they watch the gold and crimson leaves swirl in the evening air.