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
Orangetown, New York
This Night Crimson, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.