gentle be the warmth of this moment now
the season’s grace fulfilling its vow
green, in emerald tones they be
yet touches of amber upon the dogwood tree
hushed be the sounds of task and deed
a pause, so very much in need
the sweetness of quietude and time
blessed be the embrace of the divine
the constant of change from day to day
know we as simply as, THE WAY
revel in the presence, live its pleasure
a smile, a sigh, a breath, a blessed treasure.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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