Afar a Black Bird

The songbird song heard

So sweet be this touch of sound

The clear blue sky with whispers of grace

Bright, clear, warming sun

Felt be these rays of love from source

Fresh fragrance of bloom, trees in floral array

The caress of the calm wind upon my face

Ambrosial quietude

The shimmering dance of light upon leaves 

Afar a black bird perched on a high wire

Such be the savor of time, distance and PRESENCE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York