Sunday, October 28, 2018

And I at a WOOD TABLE...


The wood table holds the divine signature of the tree
Shades of russet brown in markings of age before me
The quiet beauty of time and strength in grace to greet
Lines, waves of grain, where branch and bough did meet
I behold the majesty abiding in its humility and glory
The towering oak tree, a table with its calling calling story.


Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Dinning Room, The Table of Oak, ©Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.

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