Travails dispelled in this deep breath of early morn
The dogwood of many seasons holds the morning light
Reaching bough and branch create shadows
A dancing grandeur cast upon the yet green grass
So gentle is the sway of the crimson stroked leaves
The crisp morning air upon my face
The mirth of bubbling water
Circles, ripples, reflecting light and shadow
The dogwood of many seasons holds the morning light
Reaching bough and branch create shadows
A dancing grandeur cast upon the yet green grass
So gentle is the sway of the crimson stroked leaves
The crisp morning air upon my face
The mirth of bubbling water
Circles, ripples, reflecting light and shadow
In the grandeur of the morning light
In the grandeur of this deep breath.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Dogwood ~ Morning Light, Photo: Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.
2 comments:
Beautiful imagery in this poem, Rose Marie.
The early morning is my favorite part of the day.
Your lovely words made me love it all the more.
Thank you.
Joy and blessings to you!
Margie
Each new dawning, a gift, and an ever present renewal. JOY on to you dearest Margie
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