...at this hour... a Winter Day
the blue of the sky streaked with white
the brilliance of the noon hour sun
the brown of the barren branch and bough
the emerald of the evergreen trees
the flutter of golden and russet leaves of fall
yet taken to flight by the wind
a garden view from my window
the orchestration of color, form, beauty
hear I in the silence and soft whispers
the gentle wind, a crescendo of grace.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
the brilliance of the noon hour sun
the brown of the barren branch and bough
the emerald of the evergreen trees
the flutter of golden and russet leaves of fall
yet taken to flight by the wind
a garden view from my window
the orchestration of color, form, beauty
hear I in the silence and soft whispers
the gentle wind, a crescendo of grace.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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