The gift of this hour...
Awakened to the rising sun
To the song bird song
To the whispers of the wind
To the flutter of leaves in flight
To the rain in libation’s grace
As I listen yet another part of me hears
As I look yet another part of me sees
As I breathe the whole of me is known.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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