Monday, May 23, 2016

Afar a Black Bird

The songbird song heard
So sweet be this touch of sound
The clear blue sky with whispers of grace
Bright, clear, warming sun
Felt be these rays of love from source
Fresh fragrance of bloom, trees in floral array
The caress of the calm wind upon my face
Ambrosial quietude
The shimmering dance of light upon leaves 
Afar a black bird perched on a high wire
Such be the savor of time, distance and PRESENCE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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