joyful tidings greet the rising sun
the song bird song in glory sung
sweet be the delicate white blooms of the dogwood tree
life in pulsing splendor this day gifted to me
grass touched by the morning dew glistens in the light
the scamper of squirrels, 'tis Spring's delight
the NOW in PRESENCE divine
this breath of life, 'tis yours, 'tis mine
and what may our destiny in God's light be
the giving, the receiving, the living alchemy.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetowm, New York
Dogwood, Photo: CAR, Colectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 20114
