Sunday, October 2, 2011

...this Autumn morning...touches of gold...

Bamboo in graceful bow and sway
Holding the sun’s light in brilliant verdant array
In joyous abandon the silence to greet
The chorus of sound as leaf and wind meet
Dancing shadows of supple canes I to behold
Among the lithe and lush leaves touches of gold
Leaves and canes in supple surrender bow
Beauty, strength, gentleness be the bamboo’s vow
'Tis early morn, gifts of this Autumn day
The wind, the song and bamboo canes at play.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Touches of Gold, Photo: Bamboo, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.


  1. Rosemarie - the golden hues and crisp air renew me. Finally, our bodies find comfort in the cool dry breeze of days and chilly nights - tucked under a blanket - curtains swaying. There are lives falling around me for many reasons and I find strength in this day to "be" present in their challenges.
    Love to you always
    peace and hope for us all

  2. Dearest Gail, In many ways we live the metaphor of each season, in cycles of change, in waning and waxing light. Blessed we are for the PRAISE.

    Peace, well being and love sent to you and yours,
    Rose Marie