Saturday, March 10, 2012


...looking skyward...

a prelude to twilight moments to come
light yet present from the now setting sun
high above the towering oak there soaring be
a hawk with wings spread wide and flying free
time its ever present call and ceaseless flight
and gone the hawk and present the night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Credit: Photograph, Peter Y. Chou:


  1. enjoy watching hawks in flight! enjoyed the words!

    1. Well it seems that we could enjoy many a shared play date... I too, love watching the hawks in flight... as I feel the freedom and grace of wings taking to the sky. Much love on to you dear Theanne.