River House

My darling,

I built our dreams with steadfast wood and brick

We had in our minds’ eye.

Furnished in gleaming wood, each room

with loving purpose.

Planning a home to hold our dreams and memories.

Beside the every-moving Trent.

Today my efforts keep the riverbank from slipping.

A local beaver visits, enjoying broken branches

on the bank.

I found a single Trillium hiding amongst the grasses.

Next to the stone path holding up the slope.

The boats pass by in quiet ripples,

having successfully navigated the locks.

I often wonder what adventures the river

will offer their travels.

As I sit on our back porch basking

in the dwindling daylight.

Smells of summer heat and jasmine

Catch the soft breeze that caress my hair.

As I contemplate our River House.

Our living breathing memories,

now and those to come.

Goodnight my love.