twilight be the hour
and a garden serenade
the song of summer secrets
the quiet passion of violet bloom
the tender touch of green
the depths of the nurturing earth
the flowing waters held
perfumed be the stillness
twilight be the hour
and a garden serenade.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Garden Serenade, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.
2 comments:
ROSEMARIE -
so beautiful, your words and image blend to create nature's harmony. This is life-giving in its purest and most natural form.
Loving you naturally
Gail
peace.....
Hello Gail,
The garden on a Sunday in the twilight hour was a special kind of romancing... and yes, "life-giving in its purest and most natural form."
Love to you dear friend,
Rose Marie
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