Blessed Alchemy

trees in revelation of secrets of time

joy in emergent colors devine

in my garden there now be

golden leaves of blessed alchemy

wondrous be these expressions of Fall

from trees mighty and proudly tall

behold I the splendor of a resounding grace

their secret of joy within soul I place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Blessed Alchemy, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2020.

Swaddled In The Baptism Of Time

Swaddled in the baptism of time
Thought and being
Solitude
Moments of intimacy
With the inner secrets of SELF
Woven threads
Yesterdays the weft
Tomorrows the warp
This cloak of life woven
Textured by the visions of heart
Patterned by the quest of soul
Moments in freedom's embrace
A silent resonant call is heard
Wonder, oneness, echo a repose
A return to innocence
Swaddled in the baptism of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


“I Am Half-Sick of Shadows," Said the Lady of Shalott, 1915, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917.