A wedding poem for the Fall.
 
 
The Bridal Path Laid Autumnal Golden Leafed
 

There is a path in Autumn shaded for the bride and groom

Away, cloistered, its scenery impressions

A path of lite golden leaf for two.

Daylights afterthought forests awakened love profound

Aside the light and soul elemental

Embanked affinities abounds.

Like diamonds from the sky he bestows dove lockets en-wreathed

Her bridal path lays Autumnal

Golden leafed.


By: Johnny Gonzales 

Who is your favorite Fall poet?

What is your favorite engagement jewels?


Wedding Cocktail Hour Guitarist
www.johnnygonzalesmusic.com

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