Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Presence

Budding green of the old oak tree

White blossoms upon weathered dogwood branches

Sweet song of chirping birds

The touch of warm winds

The light of the risen sun

The Presence

These gifts of grace

Upon this day known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

The Presence, Photograph, Collectible Clicks©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2009


  1. In its simplicity, this poem is perfect. I love spring and it is my favorite season. This poem only reminds me of this glorious time of year.

  2. I too, am completely enamored by Spring, its promise, its potential and the life it brings forth. ENJOY!