Indeed it is so… a beautiful day in this neighborhood…

Indeed it is so… a beautiful day in this neighborhood…

A morning new has come

Feel I the warmth of the brilliant sun

The sweet song of the songbird is heard

Feel I the knowing of THE WORD

Lush, green, and in resplendent array they be

Shimmering leaves upon the towering tree

Azaleas and rhododendrons in blooms of pink and white

Holding to the gift of this day in noon day light

The quiver of new grass gentle below my feet

Here I with earth, with sun, the blessings to greet.

Indeed it is so… a beautiful day in this neighborhood…

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

'Tis G R E E N

“Tis G R E E N 

green in such gleeful array

grass, underbrush, leaves hold to light of day

fresh and cool is the morning air

a sky of mirth, azure blue so fair

and I touched by the soft wind sweet

’tis green ’tis green my heart to greet.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

’Tis GREEN, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016.

Saturday Hour in Tappan, New York

Darkened be the sky at this afternoon hour

Grass, bloom, branch and bough

Touched by the rain

'Tis libation's vow

Waters welcomed they be

Felt is the delight of field and tree

The sound of rain a melody sweet

The ALL of above with earth to greet

And when the sun to shine anew

Echoes of green graced on to you.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Echoes of Green, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.

Quiver of Green

warming be the sun, lambent be the sky

the yesternight of rains held by roots anew
a lushness of winter green blankets the ground
the grass wet and cool below my feet
the feel of Spring deep in Winter's embrace
blessed be the splendor of this day
feel I the alluring quiver of this green array.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Quiver of Green, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

The Quiver of the Grass

the quiver of the grass in silent refrain to sing
the glory that faith and surrender destined to bring
no less than the journey of the stars
no less than the waxing of the moon
no less than the mountains capped high
no less than the ebb and flow of ocean tide
the quiver of the grass in silent refrain to sing
the glory that faith and surrender destined to bring.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

In Dedication to Gail
for all her heart hears
for all her soul knows
for the beauty she ever shares.

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Sweet Summer

The thirst of trees, grass and flowers
Answered by days of Summer showers
Wet leaves and blooms glisten in the sun
So fresh this day with God's work done
The feel of grass now new below my feet
A gentle wind blows with fragrance sweet
Fountain waters in libation flowing free
Heed I to the rippling water, a symphony
A rose in bloom my hand to hold
Sweet Summer musings I enfold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Sweet Summer, Oil on canvas, 1912, John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917.


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The Spoils of Spring

Budding leaves of many hues
Reaching branches of the lofty oak tree
The quiver of dawning grass laden with Spring rain
Robins red of breast aflight in my garden near
Blooms of grace and brilliant white
The song of birds distant yet heard
The presence of soft winds and a gentle rain
The silent sounding of growth abound
Such be the spoils of Spring, this day found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Windflowers, 1903, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, British, 1849 - 1917.