Poem of the Bride
Like the first breath of spring,
The first glimpse of light,
Thy love has come to me.
Like the first sounds of creation
The first taste of nature's bounty
Thy wonder enraptures me.
From my garden enclosed
Thou may gather and drink
Thy milk, honey and balsam.
Don Williams Autumn 1984
(From Poems of the Bride)
Copyright 2001