the midnight hour
the chilled night air
the call of distant light
the feel of the wind
embraced by the silence
by the touch of the dark
by the wondrous vista
by the depths of indigo.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Silence, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.
5 comments:
ROSEMARIE - yes, the midnight hour - and when it is the darkest you can see the stars most clearly.
Love Gail
peace....
starry starry nights. Indigo violet and blue.. :)
I love the desert at night...in Tucson,Arizona street lights had to be used that forced the light down...so that Kitt Peak National Observatory could scan the night skies!
http://www.noao.edu/kpno/
I feel the emotion of the painting and the words...thank you Rose Marie!
A dear friend with a loving spirit, upon receipt of the words and image of, "Midnight Hour," as presented here, was indeed inspired by such reflective expression. Other times, other such expressions of this special hour of the day were brought to bear upon her memory and so, this link provided... for my enjoyment and now for yours as well my dear blogger friends... Wilson Pickett - In The Midnight Hour - YouTube - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KFYUJ63nk8
Venu, Thank you... yes, the night holds such magical delight...
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