This Night Crimson

The light brilliant above the trees
The air is gently cool and still
Each branch, each leaf before me motionless
The light of this day quickens to its rest
Laced in brilliant strokes of crimson
This day bids its close
The sound of crickets in blissful serenade
Feel I the caress of the coming of night
Skyward I am bound
In the embrace of Presence
In this night crimson.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


This Night Crimson, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

...this day... Genesis

Genesis

What be my thinking this day

What perceptions will mark the way

What memories shall I behold

What story shall there be told

Will this day be its glory new

Will it be shadowed by doubts held true

Dispel the veils of doubt and fear

Banish illusions of loss, pain and tear

Know that all in its own destined way

Brings meaning and purpose to our day

Beyond all hurt, betrayal and demise

Is the seeking and the word of the wise

The waxing and waning to prevail

The splendor of light shall ever we hail

Know with faith and an abiding grace

That within our heart destiny has its place

Genesis shall be ours ever to have and to hold

This THE WORD be it with love ever told.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Genesis, APOGEE Vibrational Art,   http://thesoundinglight.blogspot.com   ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013. 

Blue... a chair...

Blue... a chair...

Colors in splendor for all to see
The setting sun casts its light upon me
In solitude here upon mighty rocks divine
I, Blue, embraced by this moment sublime
Wondrous be this glory of sun's parting way
Here I, in the Presence of this hour, this day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

...such beauty captured by Alison Perry... Blue, a chair... and so a poetic response...