Showing posts with label October Mood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label October Mood. Show all posts

Saturday, October 22, 2022

OCTOBER Mood ... here in Tappan, New York

 


Feel the change, the darker and longer night,
the glory in each leaf now russet gold...
and so the October Mood of Nature's Grace...

Spoils of Fall
Three scores of seasons has this garden tower seen
Holding time, touched by moss, and leaves once green
A blanket now of russet fallen leaves, the spoils of Fall
From that mighty mighty oak tree, bold, strong and tall
Leaves taken to wind's flight rest now free
Behold the Oak above, bough and branch barren be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Pagoda, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi

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Thursday, October 3, 2013

October Mood


I feel the warmth of the mid-day sun, the anticipation of the darker and longer night, the earth in its depth of care, the glory upon each leaf now in blushes of gold... and so, "October Mood," from this palette of Nature's grace... 


the richness of the dark earth
the yet warming golden beams of light
the amber waves of Autumn's call
bounty and beauty in tone and hue
this be an October mood.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


October Mood, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

October Mood...


the richness of the dark earth
the yet warming golden beams of light
the amber waves of Autumn's call
bounty and beauty in tone and hue
this be an October mood.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



October Mood, Image ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

Tonight I felt the warmth, the darker and longer night, the earth and the glory of light in each leaf now gold... and so the October Mood from this palette of Nature's grace... the palette of my imagination holds colors, movement, strokes of passion, intention, and so a SELF be known...


"The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. It is the current which he puts forth, which sweeps you along in his passion. The pain passes, the beauty remains." Pierre-Auguste Renoir