"Make like a tree and let the dead leaves drop." - Rumi
…heed the wisdom of barren trees… Rose Marie Raccioppi
Barren Trees
The winter sun bright and free
To touch and reach the whole of me
No leaves to shield me from its rays
The gentle warmth of cold winter days
Shadow, light and wind the frost does hold
This moment present and memories of old
With naked branch and bough stand each tree
Noble and knowing creation’s gift unto thee
Heed the inner call to leave all in slumber’s grace
For ever there be Spring anew in each heart to place.
Sweet be the song of wind upon chime
The gifts of barren trees, life and time.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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