the tall grass in flutter be
as too, the leaves of the maple tree
sweet sounding of the warm soft wind I hear
and too, the song bird song lyrical and clear
the bright warming sun upon my face
and I in this moment's grace
sky lambent a wondrous blue
the all of creation to embrace you
the NOW in each breath known
creation's glory so lovingly shown.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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