Two days after
the equinox the landscape
was still mostly green
under a gray sky,
but what the trees lacked
in autumn pigment
we made up for,
you with your orange
and yellow tie-dyed
dress and your bouquet
of gerbera daisies
in all the colors of fire,
I with my
orange boutonniere
and goofy striped
stovepipe hat.
Maybe it was synchronicity
that our minister, having forgone
her official robe,
arrived for the ceremony
clad in a pumpkin hued kurta
to bless our union
in the days just before
the leaves began to
dance in the wind
and the land began to
look more fiery than
the sky at sunset. - Jeff Barnes
