Midnight Hours

in the wicked witching hour

every winking twinkling star

came out of its hiding place

.

as roller blind shifted position

to reveal a crystal clear expanse

of silky dark sequinned sky glow

.

miles of tiny shiny spangles

a silent seranding song from

the heavenly bodies above

.

not a wisp of cloud in sight

away from the city lights where

pollutions's veiled fog hovers

.

every single one pristine

polished to gleaming perfection

in each direction you cared to look

.

no finer sight will you see

than the glory of galaxies afar

embracing our blue planet

.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The witching hour, which I suppose to be midnight, isn't nearly as scary as "dead time", which is generally deemed from 3 to 4 a.m., to me. Some sketchy stuff goes on in the wee hours of the morning. I don't really believe in ghosts but I've had some strange experiences with things I would consider "not normal". But this poem wasn't frightening at all despite the reference. In fact, it was quite beautiful, I love to stargaze and I enjoyed the read.

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the read Fabian and you weren't spooked by it :) I appreciate your thoughts always. Best wishes.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

It is a wonder to lay back on the ground and look up at that huge night sky absolutely littered with a zillion stars
How many others up there are doing the same thing

[Chris Shaw]

That's an interesting point you make Dave. Who knows who else is up there? Content to enjoy the display. Thank you so much and a good afternoon to you.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think they put on a show for us, and probably bask in the compliments...
let me adjust my telescope here, Chris.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I think you are right Jacob. It's not often I see something so spectacular, but out in the country where the air is better, it is delightful. And worth a round of applause too. Thank you my friend.