Image: View of the church of Saint Paul de Mausole by Vincent van Gogh
We are standing across the field from the church the one we plan for our wedding.
Spring has arrived and last and allowed this opportunity to travel back to the village I was brought up in. It’s been so long and it was at your insistence that we made this journey.
You called a romantic notion to have our wedding in this historic church who through the years has seen couples from all walks of life venture down the aisle to the alter make their vows and celebrate their nuptials in the grounds of the church under the great oak its sweeping branches giving its blessing to every union.
I feel your hand slip into mine, you whisper softly that you are ready and we make our way across the field our excitement increasing with each step.
lure us into our future
stepping back in time.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2015/11/02/haibun-monday-3/