The light of a bright moon in the early hours of the day
The dawning and the rising sun, time itself at play
Leaves in captivating colors of crimson and gold
The season of Fall in glory its tale be now told
The chirping of birds, perched, and in soaring flight
Such be the blessings of this noon day light
A deep sigh and a loving peace be known anew
This our BEING, the grace of GOD in blessings onto you.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Photo: Rustling Leaves, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.
