wedding poem

star-dust and vaporous light
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
uplifting, as the wind blew
therefore i may not
be in me as the eternal moods
i am old and blind
be not false
old wine to drink
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
under a spreading chestnut tree
one with you