Letting beauty from within
be seen and understood
and genius loci found anew
like a shimmer of the beads
on a necklace, looping
round its coil may link
is what gardens do
when they align—tune
a received gift of life
with elusiveness of soul,
connecting us to holiness
of silence, flowers, trees—
in a repose that stays cool
amid rains of fountain—
dipping Werthers deep
in Leonora’s raven dream—
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