Sunday, September 17, 2017

A Sunday in September...

Outside my Window... in Tappan, New York...

the towering dogwood in blushing tones of crimson
the song bird singing its song ever so sweetly
the scamper of squirrels
the dew touched grass in splendors of green
the sky alight with the promise of the day
the gifts, the gifts, expressions of The Way.


Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


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    1. And so too, this day in all its gifts... "wonderfully expressed." Thank You for being here!

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