The Spoils of Rain and South Winds Yesternight

Rain and south winds yesternight

A sky of gray be the morning’s light 

Each fallen leaf laden with the falling rain

Their wind swept flight put to tame

A brimming blanket of leaves upon the ground

Quiet they lay, gone their rustling sound

Soft be this bedding of leaves from branch and bough

Winds of Autumn and rain holding to nature’s vow

Branches with leaves in the splendor of color some yet be 

Crimson, russet, orange, and gold donned by many a tree

Trees barren of leaves reach to the heaven’s above 

Past the winter to come, Spring anew,  blessings and love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Spoils of Rain, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

The Wind and The Willow ~ What be these whispers in silence heard

The Wind and The Willow

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the wind in its echoing grace

be it what pulses in heart’s place

be it of the wind and the willow in whispers divine

be it of the breath that awakens this soul mine.

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the sounding of waters and flow

be it the calling of what one is to know 

be it the beckoning of the MUSE within

be it the knowing peace beyond the din 

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the quest that reaches for purpose and time 

be it the need to awaken and revere the divine

be it the felt thirst for understanding and love

be it the blessed lure of earth and the heavens above 

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the gentle quiver of a bloom anew

be it the touch upon flower of the morning dew

be it the grace of a giving soul

be it the taunts of an unfulfilled goal

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the Self, Spirit, BEING, as grace

be it what is to be held in heart’s place 

be it the peace that longs to be known

be it the beauty that truth has shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Publish America, 2008. 

Reflected moments... At this evening hour in Tappan, New York

 

the rising and now the setting of this day's sun

our tasks, our deeds, be they the work done

and when we pause in reverie's embrace

each blessing to hold to its sacred place

tell we another the events of the day

how we have come to define,  THE WAY

precious be reflected moments to share

know we the glory of God's loving care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Courtesy use: Google search.

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