wedding poetry

there is no flock, however watched and tended
a few more windy days
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i bid them all farewell
a mile behind
a look is but a ray
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
green afternoon serene and bright
roses and gold
quietly, with reverance, in awe
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
tell me not