With Each Breath New
I AM the light of the dawning day
the gentle call of the wind
the sweet song bird song
the moon that calls to the tides
the sun that touches a bloom
the soaring eagle that rises above the storm
I AM the light of the dawning day
the star that shines ever so brightly
the rain that in libation gives its gift
the thunder that sounds the spirit of change
the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty
the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns
I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Hello Rosemarie - these words of purpose, life, and hope thrill me and soothe me as do the colors
ReplyDeleteLove Gail
peace.....
Dearest Gail,
DeleteIndeed pleased for intent in fulfillment is a treasured gift. Much love on to you.
Rose Marie
... and you are the light of the dawning day with such inspirational beauty
ReplyDeleteMartin.
DeleteYou do have a way of bringing a smile to heart.
Thank You kindly.
Much love,
Rose Marie