...looking skyward...
a prelude to twilight moments to come
light yet present from the now setting sun
high above the towering oak there soaring be
a hawk with wings spread wide and flying free
time its ever present call and ceaseless flight
and gone the hawk and present the night.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Credit: Photograph, Peter Y. Chou: wisdomportal.com
