Monday, October 27, 2014

This 5 o'clock hour in Tappan, New York...

The setting sun casting a luminous glow
The light held by leaves in alchemic grace
A stillness
The breath of time
And all IS

Gentle be the wind
Heard is the song bird
The scamper of squirrels
The soft rustle of leaves
And all IS

The hour beckons
A pause
An interlude
Sweet moments of reverie
And all IS.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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