This First Day of 2005 Rose Marie Raccioppi Chimes calling back to the gentle wind this first day of 2005 The warmth and light of the noon day sun fills the room Reflected in the glass upon which I write is the clear blue of sky the sway of bare branches So like this feeling a clarity a bareness clothed in living potential Finding anew in the poetic words of another this expression of Self A vision A determination A will A freedom, proclaimed, validated, infinite.