Showing posts with label crimson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crimson. Show all posts

Friday, October 21, 2016

Interlude... at my window...


Interlude…  2:55 PM ~ At My Window in Tappan, New York
Sweet rain sounding 
Gem colored leaves in libation’s grace
Brilliant crimson dogwood at my window
Branch and bough holding to the light of the sun
This the season of fall fulfilling its vow
This the moment, this the moment, NOW...

Photo: Crimson Dogwood, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

And NOW at: 3:38 PM...
The bright sun and clear lambent sky
Glistens the rain touched gems of color
Leaves newly brilliant in the wake of light
Moment majestic in the wake of change
This the season of fall fulfilling its vow
This the moment, this the moment, NOW...

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

September Sun ... This Early Fall Day...



The warmth of the September sun I do feel
Whispers of the changing season this day to reveal
Vibrant strokes of crimson upon dogwood tree leaves
Taken alight by this day's gentle caressing breeze
A calm resolve, Summer's bloom hushed in fulfillment array
Trees, brush, fields of green, readied for the Fall parlay.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo, Crimson Upon Dogwood, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

September Sun



The warmth of the September sun I do feel
Whispers of the changing season this day to reveal
Vibrant strokes of crimson upon dogwood tree leaves
Taken alight by this day's gentle caressing breeze

A calm resolve, Summer's bloom hushed in fulfillment array
Trees, brush, fields of green, readied for the Fall parlay.



Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York 


Photo, Crimson Upon Dogwood, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Friday, September 6, 2013

This Night Crimson


The light brilliant above the trees
The air is gently cool and still
Each branch, each leaf before me motionless
The light of this day quickens to its rest

Laced in brilliant strokes of crimson
This day bids its close
The sound of crickets in blissful serenade
Feel I the caress of the coming of night
Skyward I am bound
In the embrace of Presence
In this night crimson.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



This Night Crimson, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.