A Sunday new... the LIGHT to prevail... it is the quest ... the night ever in pursuit of the dawning... Let us rejoice as the noon day light jewels each leaf in its emergent color of splendor...
The offerings of this day onto thee
Brilliant be the sun on the towering tree
Gems of color in glorious array to behold
Crimson, gold, russet, emerald, amber, Autumn’s story told
Birds in flight, their sweet song now be heard
Known be Creation’s Love, Creation’s WORD
Fluttering leaves dressed in the season's splendor
To the will of Nature they so lovingly surrender.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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