Morning Dew

Touch I the morning dew

Be this the nectar of a day new

Heed I the ambient sounds of grace

The song birds song in heart to place

The beckoning light I do feel

The gifts of creation ever so real

Blessings fill the moment, the hour, the day

’Tis the calling of divinity, “tis THE WAY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

...'tis yours 'tis mine...

joyful tidings greet the rising sun

the song bird song in glory sung

sweet be the delicate white blooms of the dogwood tree

life in pulsing splendor this day gifted to me

grass touched by the morning dew glistens in the light

the scamper of squirrels, 'tis Spring's delight

the NOW in PRESENCE divine

this breath of life, 'tis yours, 'tis mine

and what may our destiny in God's light be

the giving, the receiving, the living alchemy.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetowm, New York 

Dogwood, Photo: CAR, Colectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 20114