• I remember my sister’s wedding.

    There were flowers in the garden
    of the most wondrous shade,
    such a strange azure hue
    that clouds my memories,
    the slow murky fog
    of that autumn afternoon
    shrouding the distant horizon.

    I do not remember the rain falling…
    nor the sun shining…

    No, it’s as if the weather was a distant tomorrow
    and the story a far gone yesterday,
    merely another set of drawn out hours
    of days, of years, I cannot remember
    truly how long I sat and watched the
    blossoms bloom.