'tis the season of change that calls its name
behold these first jewels of autumn
touches of amber, crimson, russet and gold
'tis the season of colors majestic, bright and bold
the warming sun the air crisp
lambent sky of blue
the gems of Creation bequeathed onto you
a deep sigh and felt is the Creator's loving grace
in this moment bounty of time to place.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Thank You
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