This Saturday, a New York September Day

 

The light of a bright moon in the early hours of the day

The dawning and the rising sun, time itself at play 

Leaves in captivating colors of crimson and gold

The season of Fall in glory its tale be now told

The chirping of birds, perched, and in soaring flight

Such be the blessings of this noon day light 

A deep sigh and a loving peace be known anew

This our BEING, the grace of GOD in blessings onto you. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Rustling Leaves, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

At the Noon Hour...

At the Noon Hour

An experience and so be the root of change in perception

A word shared and prompted is love and loss in reflection

Time and place enfold our body our mind

And so we reach for meaning valid and kind

Are we in our purpose and is satisfaction real

Or are we in pain that we choose to conceal

The hour past and present be time’s call

By our own intention we to rise or fall

What credence do we give to time present and past

The sweep of clock hands and so our story cast

This moment, this very hour at hand

Be it known by volition and a willing command

Our heart, our soul, with a blessing divine

To grace this gift of our granted time

The noon hour be it ever embraced

The light of day within our heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

We are ever at a mid point between the past PRESENT future... the day that was, the day that is and the day yet to arrive... we are ever in the midst of change and choice... we are the shapers of the meaning of our time... how we perceive our experience - how we plan - how accepting - how resistant... we are the breath of time... the inhalation, the exhalation, the receiving the giving... the stillness and the action, and so the noon hour onto you each day with all its offerings, all its potential, all its challenge, all its light.  

Rose Marie Raccioppi
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At the noon hour of BEING

How welcomed is this sky, so clear, so brilliantly blue

Felt is the bounty of grace

The love that is

The unity of purpose

The eternal  expressed

The sun in its  enfold of all

The touch of the gentle wind

The soaring of wings in flight

How welcomed is this sky, so clear, so brilliantly blue

This at the noon hour of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

In Joyous Abandon ~ Autumn and the noon hour...outside my window...

Bamboo in graceful bow and sway
Holding the sun’s light in brilliant verdant array
In joyous abandon the silence to greet
The chorus of sound as leaf and wind meet
Dancing shadows of supple canes I to behold
Among the lithe and lush leaves touches of gold
Leaves and canes in supple surrender bow
Beauty, strength, gentleness be the bamboo’s vow
'Tis the noon hour of this Autumn day
The wind, a chime song and canes at play.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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Touches of Gold, Photo: Bamboo, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

...at this hour of noon... Miss Not

miss not the warming glow of the noon sun
miss not the chilled air upon your cheeks
miss not the gentle rustle of the barren trees
miss not the wondrous expressions of Winter's day
the scamper of squirrels upon the towering oak
the songbird perched
the lambent sky
the light behind the moving clouds
gentle gentle be this noon hour
the PRESENCE
miss not
miss not
miss not.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ladytimeless/with/6607592431/

Noon hour in Tappan, New York

ah such a sweet chorus of song birds do sing
calling melodies of the coming Spring
warming sun and so bright a lambent sky
the delight of majestic blue on high
fresh and light be this noon day air
this day's offering so wonderfully fair
with all that calls to heart this day
blessed be nature's bounty and THE WAY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


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