Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Sigh Of Fall

The sigh of Fall
A flower yet in bloom
A tree in color array
All of nature's beauty
Within you
Season of change
Hues and tones
To temper time
The Creator's mind divine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Painting of Fall, Summit St. photo - Hewen Slak photos at

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  1. I sighed with delight as I read your poem! I love fall, it's a celebration of life and land! It's more obvious to me now that I live near the farms, how important a season it is! The photo you chose is wonderful.

  2. Rain, Well here you have it, the Shakespearean Sisterhood sharing a sigh for this season's splendor. SMILES.


    Oh my, the painting blended with your poem is breath-taking, inspiring and serene. I am sweetly lost in the colors of reflection and words of divine interventions.

    Love and beauty

  4. Hi Rosemary!

    It's this type of setting that inspires me to fall deeper in love with New York. And it's this kind of Poem that makes me proud to know who you are. Your words are as always filled with reflection and encouragement. Heres a little diddy for you...
    Warm Regards

    "Children's toys and the old man's reasons are both fruits of the seasons."

  5. Robert, Having you visit holds this moment in total joy. Thank you for the "diddy." Blake is one I revere deeply. Becoming your follower is pure delight. We are yet marked to make history! When do you plan to be this way. A visit and a hug awaits.

    Much much love,
    Rose Marie

  6. Gail, I feel such gratitude when I read your responses, gratitude for the generousity of heart you share, gratitude for the meanings you express, and gratitude for having come to know you through this medium of cyberspace.


    Rose Marie

  7. Autumn is my favourite season of all. Nature's last great operatic effort to display the splendours of the natural world before winter brings the great dimming of colour and light and leaves us in the muted shades of misty greys.

  8. i love fall...all the colors on display, truly show the Creator's artistry.

  9. Friko, , Thank you for your response, so beautifully and poetically expressed.

    Brian, A playful palette indeed!

  10. Hello Rose Marie!

    Thanks so much for your kind visit and wonderfully poetic comments! Without pictures, tunes and verses our interpretation of this world and ourselves would be dull indeed. A pleasure to hear from you and read your blog and, here's a little poem for you from this part of the world :)
    Best regards from India,
    ***Stream of Life ***
    (- Rabindranath Tagore)

    The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
    runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

    It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
    in numberless blades of grass
    and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

    It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
    and of death, in ebb and in flow.
    I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.

    And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

  11. Oh my favorite season....Fall. I didn't think there were words to describe the beauty but you have found them my friend.....:-) Hugs

  12. It's a superb time of year that deserves a special tribute, and you have given it one to be proud of.

  13. Bernie, There is a special magic that is felt when we are embraced with the spectacular color offerings of trees - a delightful time for me as well. ENJOY!

    Dave, Whenever you visit and comment I feel particularly honored. Thank you for being here and expressing favor.

  14. This has always been my favorite time of year.

    Your poem is a beautiful ode to fall!

  15. Harsha, The poem, "Stream of Life," has such passion and awakening spirit. Thank you for sharing such beauty of words.

  16. Confessions, I too love all that it brings and all that it means to so many.