Budding green of the old oak tree
White blossoms upon weathered dogwood branches
Sweet song of chirping birds
The touch of warm winds
The light of the risen sun
The Presence
These gifts of grace
Upon this day known.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
The Presence, Photograph, Collectible Clicks©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2009
2 comments:
In its simplicity, this poem is perfect. I love spring and it is my favorite season. This poem only reminds me of this glorious time of year.
I too, am completely enamored by Spring, its promise, its potential and the life it brings forth. ENJOY!
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