The cycles of bloom, the changes within each season, the placement in relation to the touches of the sun, the rain, the snows, the frost, towering in the garden places of my home, have allowed me to listen, to feel;. to commune in a language of silent knowing.
Outside my window
Know I, this Oak's loving gifts
Towering life, strength and beauty
Rooted, reaching, branching free
Know I, its splendor and its grace
Many moons, many seasons past
The fresh green budding of Spring
The full rapturous bloom of Summer
The glorious array of Fall
Leaves donned in shades of crimson
Take to wind's wondrous flight
Bare soon both bough and branch
To hold Winter winds, snow and light.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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