The Storm and Six Days Past

storming winds so strong they blow this night

leaves, branch and bough of mighty trees take to flight

petition I to the wind hold safe my home and spare this looming tree

know the reverence and respect I hold in heart for thee

menacing be its foreboding swaying shadows ever so vast

resounding be the sound of branches by the wind upon ground cast

hear I the booming snap and ominous thunderous fall

pray I with loss of limbs mighty oak hold you yet tall

many a storm have you weathered over decades gone by

many a season's joy with bloom and splendor on high

touched be my heart with each season's love and grace

hold steady mighty oak to the calling winds lusty embrace

the night comes to pass and many a loss reported there be

as wild winds sweep away homes, rage rivers, streams and sea

what be told by nature's storming and ranting mood this very night

FAITH be the invocation and so known shall be the dawning light

and now the sun this day six days past shines bright in the lambent sky above

safe I BE and blessed I implore BE ALL in GOD and merciful love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York