Many roses in the wind
Are tapping at the window-sash.
A hawk is in the sky; his wings
Slowly begin to plash.
The roses with the west wind rapping
Are torn away, and a splash
Of red goes down the billowing air.
Still hangs the hawk, with the whole sky moving
Past him–only a wing-beat proving
The will that holds him there.
The daisies in the grass are bending,
The hawk has dropped, the wind is spending
All the roses, and unending
Rustle of leaves washes out the rending
Cry of a bird.
A red rose goes on the wind.–Ascending
The hawk his wind-swept way is wending
Easily down the sky. The daisies, sending
Strange white signals, seem intending
To show the place whence the scream was heard.
But, oh, my heart, what birds are piping!
A silver wind is hastily wiping
The face of the youngest rose.
And oh, my heart, cease apprehending!
The hawk is gone, a rose is tapping
The window-sash as the west-wind blows.
Knock, knock, ’tis no more than a red rose rapping,
And fear is a plash of wings.
What, then, if a scarlet rose goes flapping
Down the bright-grey ruin of things!
D.H. Lawrence Love Storm 1916
An entirely different day had been planned. Just days before the storm, Emily and I were touring her wedding venue to prepare for the big day less than two weeks away. As we went over details, Emily disclosed that she was pretty nervous about the hurricane expected for the weekend. Her home had flooded in 2015, and this was making her reasonably concerned!
So my heart was really with her when her worst fears came to pass and too many vendors and family had to drop out of the wedding after the storm shut down most of Houston and other areas of the state! I was relieved that they were able to find a new date. Less than a week before the wedding, the big day was reset for February.
When the couple shared that some friends and family had come together to make a small ceremony happen at a friend’s home on the original date, I had to be there! The big party will still be thrown in February, but it will be hard to top a day like this!