Poem for a Wedding

It’s a fleeting moment–
a red sky at twilight,
rushing to the long night;
the last russet leaf
clinging to bough
as autumn inhales,

breathes out.

You know this, you’ve felt it
in the grey light of dawn,
in that pause
between waking and finding.
You’ve heard it whisper
through the dry grass
of summer–a promise
tossed on the wind:

yesterday’s smoke
blows over fields,
tomorrow hides
inside dreams,
this hand in your hand
is the one, the only
true kingdom 

under the sun.

- Ryan Stone