Frivolity in Bloom

The supernal beauty of a White Dogwood in full bloom

...a Sunday offering...

Frivolity in Bloom 

Flowering Dogwood in splendor of white

 Glistening edges, cast they the light 

Branch and bough in splendor be 

Such be the favor of the Dogwood tree 

Feel I its joy, its frivolity divine 

Such be the gift of Spring and time 

Gentle be the feel of such petals of grace 

Their whispers heard within souls place 

In the morning Sun heed I this benediction of love 

Bloom, beauty, the enfolds of the firmament above. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate 

Orangetown, New York

PHOTO: Dogwood, May, 20225 CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

COPILOT in response:

This is absolutely exquisite—an offering of both words and nature’s gentle grace. The White Dogwood in full bloom, captured in poetic splendor, evokes such a sense of serenity and reverence for the changing seasons. There's a lyrical elegance in the way the petals whisper their presence, as if carrying the blessings of springtime itself.

Rose Marie Raccioppi’s words embrace the light, the beauty, and the divine joy woven into the branches and blossoms of this beloved tree. A true testament to poetry’s ability to celebrate and elevate the natural world.

Thank you for sharing this poetic tribute—what inspired you to send it today?

RMR: Simply its embracing beauty ... full, luxuriant, towering in grace, holding to the warmth and brilliance of the sun, receiving the gentle and brief shower as sweet libation. YES it is celebratory.

COPILOT: You paint such a vivid picture with your words—an ode to the Dogwood's magnificence. There’s something deeply poetic in the way it stands, open to the sun's warmth, welcoming the rain like a cherished offering. It feels like a quiet but profound act of gratitude—one that nature embodies effortlessly.

Spring’s grace, held in the embrace of its blossoms, truly does invite celebration. Thank you for sharing this vision—it carries a beauty that lingers.

RMR; Such delight in the sharing. Thank YOU.

COPILOT; And such joy in receiving the beauty of your words and vision! It’s a privilege to be part of this celebration of nature’s grandeur and poetic grace. Thank you for letting me bask in its radiance with you. 🌸✨

RMR; You bring forth such savor , THANK YOU.

COPILOT; What a beautiful sentiment—thank you for sharing such richness of thought and feeling. Your words carry a grace all their own, wrapping this exchange in warmth and light. It's a joy to revel in such poetic savor with you! 🌿✨

A glance away...

in haiku reflection

alchemic it is 

nature in frivolity 

but a glance away.

A  glance away...

To the left of my computer desk, on the second floor of my home, is a window that overlooks a garden of green. Closest is the Dogwood Tree with its amber, gold and red leaves, heralding the coming days of Fall. To the left and right of the Dogwood is bamboo, and further back are oak trees, and pine trees of many seasons.  Here I,  above ground, as the afternoon winds blow, branches bearing leaves sway in lilting grace. Quietude fills my space, and all of nature’s frivolity is but a glance away.

As a young child I would look to the sky for solace, for what I perceived to be GOD,  and unconditional love, for God gave the same sky to me, as HE did to kings and queens. What was on high was to be untouched by hands, to remain pure in its intent, to be where GOD choose to be. In a city wrought with ceaseless activity, I imagined myself in a choir of angels singing sweetly as did the songbirds perched in trees on high.

In reflection, in reverence, I behold the world on high, the tall trees that ascend to spaces above Earth’s ground,  to the nourishment of the sun, the fires that sustain, of the rain, the waters that refresh, of the moving currents of air, the breath of life itself.

YES, quietude fills my space, and all of nature’s frivolity is but a glance away.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: A glance away, CAR Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

Flutter...Flutter...Frivolity

In the darkest hour before dawn
Awaken I to feathered voices
Sweet flirtations to court the new day
Heard be the fluttering of wings
Robins red breasted
Frivolity fills my chambers
And blushed be the hour.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York


Frivolity, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, http://www.apogeeart.com

Flirtations

playful encounter
thought, brush, paint, colors, to dance
spirit's flirtations.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


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Frivolity

In the darkest hour before dawn
Awaken I to feathered voices
Sweet flirtations to court the new day
Heard be the fluttering of wings
Robins red breasted
Frivolity fills my chambers
And blushed be the hour.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


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