caught my eye
the big pale baby pink rose
on your hair,
grounding the flowing white veil
that announced a hope
of a life rich in love,
ripe with meaning,
abundant with joy
and
friendship.
A hint, of first blush
that seemed to mark out
a new chapter
from the old to the new.
Your back was turned to
the old secure nest
as you bravely faced
the promise
of a new adventure.
