Sunday, September 8, 2013

Splendor of N O W

at the open window
the warmth of the Sunday sun
the gentle wind of the changing season
touches of crimson on the dogwood tree
holding to the brilliant noon day light
thought, reflection, reverie real
as summer bids its final days
trees blush in the glory of colors emergent
lush green from nature's libation sweet
rustling leaves sound a whispering melody
this the moment in its splendor of NOW.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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