Saturday, November 10, 2018

This Gift of Time...

Creation's gems of red and gold
Treasures of the season with a story told
Surrender they do to the winds that call
Leaves in a crescendo anew, 'tis Fall
Hold they to the sun's light and grace
Soon a blanket upon ground they place
Below my feet sweet rustle be heard
Feel I, the blessings of God's WORD
For change and light be this gift of time
This season yours, this season mine.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Dogwood at my Door, 2018 ©Collectible clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi.

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