Birth develops into marriage as folk grow.
Wedding rings and precious things.
All trinkets in life's treasure box.
Makes for divorce from a marriage of minds.

Love anew for one or two.
A second chance, not marriage tho.
Maybe to last until the end of blessed time.
With luck.

As the sky rips apart.
Sprinkled with pastel pink.
Maybe portents of potent storms to come.
Morning moon glazed.
White feather misted cloud covering.
Almost icing sugar dust.
Seems to protect her presence from winters icy blast.

Early morning.
A plane rips a bright slice through the sky.
As she journeys home from temperate climes.

Roofs dusted with the gift of Jack Frost and his magic wand.
The morning changes hue.
The ice slips into melting hearts.
As love shouts loudly till death do us part!
By ladylivvi1

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