as the first snow crystals fell
they upon the barren tree branches
casting a spell of light
the splendor of the sparkle
the gentleness of the touch
the many faceted reflections
an inviting quietude
sacred
sacred be the silence heard.
they upon the barren tree branches
casting a spell of light
the splendor of the sparkle
the gentleness of the touch
the many faceted reflections
an inviting quietude
sacred
sacred be the silence heard.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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