The bride is marrying flamboyants:
see them standing where her limbs
brand her dress with fiery tokens,
nimbus her with crimson fronds.
She is marrying dense forest -
pines that make her drunk with resins,
touching her in dreams
with passions whispered and forgone.
At her elbows in attendance,
slender pink grevilleas
offer soft vignettes of feathers -
dark green pigeons, finches, doves.
The bride of Byfield is in love
with angels incarnate as trees,
their great wings shedding
crimson petals, resins, and cicada song.