For Heidi and Louise, and also for our shared land
Here in the Riverwood Garden,
I come across the Credit River,
morning light softly touching its lush banks.
I open Stratford’s Gems—a gift from you.
Its fusion of poetry and photos
transports me into another tranquil journey.
Shakespeare Gardens bloom in my mind,
spirit trail awakening with rising birdsongs,
as the Avon River flows with renewed stories.
Morning mist curls in the breeze.
Swans glide past the emerald lake;
a heron lifts from the Credit’s edge.
My footsteps echo your quilled lines.
From the bards, from the wild
we take another drink——
One drop:
a shared curtain of light,
a string of wonders.
We are all one.
a cycle as old as life itself.
Let our pages capture nature, history and life,
let our souls cherish each gem of our shared land.
A robin calls through a veil of birch leaves,
and we are here and there—
amid quiet marvels,
we break into blossom.