Sunday, January 29, 2012

...at this hour of noon... Miss Not


miss not the warming glow of the noon sun

miss not the chilled air upon your cheeks
miss not the gentle rustle of the barren trees
miss not the wondrous expressions of Winter's day
the scamper of squirrels upon the towering oak
the songbird perched
the lambent sky
the light behind the moving clouds
gentle gentle be this noon hour
the PRESENCE
miss not
miss not
miss not.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ladytimeless/with/6607592431/

2 comments:

  1. Miss not the burning embers warming the dogs and us.

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    1. goatman, yes, indeed... Thank You for visiting.

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