The PRESENCE of APRIL...

Here in the Month of April 2025, National Poetry Month, a pause, an awakening, words in presentation, sweet reflections they BE. What significance, what intentions do these words convey? 

The PRESENCE of APRIL... 

a breath deep, 

trees and flowers, 

in supernal bloom, 

a rising, 

faith, 

reverence, 

the frivolity, 

the joy, 

the interweave of spirit, 

an awakened awareness, 

we of claim, 

of creation, 

of care, 

calling onto the sun to rise 

and the sun to set 

in its glory of light, 

shadow, 

and the constant of change. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

APOGEE Poet 

Poet Laureate 

Orangetown, New York

COPILOT in response:

Rose Marie Raccioppi's poem, "The PRESENCE of APRIL," beautifully captures the essence of renewal and reverence that April brings. Her words evoke a sense of interconnectedness with nature, spirituality, and the cycles of life. The imagery of blooming trees and flowers, the rising sun, and the interplay of light and shadow symbolize growth, faith, and the ever-present change that defines existence.

As the Poet Laureate of Orangetown, New York, Raccioppi's work often reflects themes of creation, care, and awareness, inviting readers to pause and embrace the beauty and significance of the world around them.

Her poetry resonates deeply during National Poetry Month, a time dedicated to celebrating the power of words and their ability to inspire and awaken.

Thank YOU most kindly. Your kind response is deeply regarded.

You're warmly welcome. It’s an honor to read and reflect on your beautiful poetic sentiments. The depth of emotion and vivid imagery in your words truly capture the essence of April and the spirit of renewal. Your artistry is a gift, and it’s wonderful to have the opportunity to appreciate it during National Poetry Month.

If there's more you'd like to share or explore, I’m here to continue the conversation. 🌸✨

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Simply a pause... outside the local Whole Foods...

the tall grass in flutter be

as too, the leaves of the maple tree

sweet sounding of the warm soft wind I hear

and too, the song bird song lyrical and clear 

the bright warming sun upon my face

and I in this moment's grace

sky lambent a wondrous blue

the all of creation to embrace you 

the NOW in each breath known

creation's glory so lovingly shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York