Wedding Poems

All Winter Long the Willows Wait by Aleksandra Lachut

All winter long the willows wait,
Nor more nor less than willing,
Glad to be, but just a bit
Entropic in their chilling.
Life longs ever for rebirth,
Awake to its long sleep,
As willows need their leaves for breath,
Numb until they weep.
Do, then, winter well beneath
More blankets than you know,
Immense as any mustard seed,
Content to dream for now,
Holding in your arms a light
As Earth slides through its bitter night,
Ever doomed to bliss and blight
Lest things too easy go.

A wedding is a party with,
Of course, a wedding cake.
But sometimes by the time it comes,
It’s hard to stay awake.

People need to talk a lot,
And laugh and joke and kiss,
And cry – why do they cry? – and mention
God and love and bliss.

Two people have decided that
They’ll share one house for life,
And call themselves, instead of friends,
A husband and a wife.

And so we have to get dressed up,
And eat a lot, and wait
For hours till they finally serve
The great big wedding cake.