the twilight hour at the iris garden
each bloom holds to the gentle winds that call
the winds whisper the grace of each petal and leaf
the night becomes infused with majestic divinity
felt is this enchanting dance of color, light and bloom.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Iris Garden, Image, © Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.
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