Leon Herald

From “A Trifoliate”

MY adopted little sister-dreams,

As soon as they heard

The wedding news of their brother,

Shouted: “Brother, our brother,

You have cared for and sustained us

All our painful lives.

For this hour we have been waiting,

The hour of our culmination.

Brother, you were betrothed when you were born.”

Then they danced alone to the garden

To gather star-daisies.

Now comes the lady of my heart

In her purple-bordered, lightning-colored gown.

The maiden Day, in whom I breathe, comes

With the sun-bouquet at her breast;

Led by my sister-dreams, the maids of honor.

And Life, the best man, leads me to her.

The pagan musicians Ocean and Wind!

Ocean the pianist, with jeweled and manicured fingers,

Thunders and pounds the wide-ranged key-board of the shore;

And the Wind, with hair unbound,

Holding the violin-woods under her chin,

Thrills my bride and her maids of honor,

And Life my best man,

And me.