Sunday, November 9, 2014

This a Sunday in November...



Sunday... a poetic tribute to our Veterans, a walk along tree lined roadways, 
a word with neighbors shared, this today...

Each tree yet holds to brilliant color
To the alchemic glory of Autumn
To the Creator's artistry
To the passions of beauty and change
Such reverent knowing of Nature
Such grandeur of time
Such be the blessed splendor
This a Sunday, a Sunday in November.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sunday in November, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.


As the leaves are taken by the wind... 
and the sunset in brilliant tones of crimson and blue...

A leaf, a life, each with its own season
Each with the many moons of time
Headlines, newscasts, many a story to be told
The grasp of a newborn's hand upon its mother's finger
A new season of life in blessed bloom
No armament has this child newly borne
No gun, no malice of heart
No call for destruction nor revenge
It is of a PRESENCE true
And what shall we sow
What seeds do we scatter for this life new
Let us reap the harvest of the Divine
Seedling of TRUTH, LOVE, FAITH
Fruits of PEACE and BROTHERHOOD
A leaf, a life, each with its own season
Each with the many moons of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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