Travails dispelled in this deep breath of early Fall
The oak tree of many seasons holds the morning light
Reaching bough and branch create shadows
A dancing grandeur cast upon the yet green grass
So gentle is the sway of the evergreens
I too, move to the touch
The crisp morning air upon my face
The mirth of bubbling water
Circles, ripples, reflecting light and shadow
I too, of many seasons
In the grandeur of the morning light.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Genesis, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com
