A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde

The river speaks in Provençal—

A tongue both strong and musical.

It tells of fields, of olive trees,

Of lovers’ boats and summer’s breeze.

Its current bends like old refrains,

Through vineyards, reeds, and shepherd lanes.

I dip my hand and feel the past—

Still flowing, faithful, deep, and fast.

From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe