‘The Magic Hour’ by Kathy Figueroa The Society October 16, 2015 Beauty, Poetry 1 Comment It’s called “the magic hour” Before the sun sinks low When everything is bathed In a warm, golden glow Colours look much richer Flowers, more velveteen And a country garden Is a haven of green The dragonflies hover As light glints on their wings Tree frogs start their chorus And sing of peaceful things Kathy Figueroa is a writer and poet living in Ontario, Canada. “The Magic Hour” was first published in The Bancroft Times newspaper on September 3, 2015. Featured Image: “Sunset in the Rockies” by Albert Bierstadt. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Beau Ecs Wilder October 25, 2015 Sunset in the Rockies by Albert Bierstadt Amidst the rugged rocky tors, the setting sunlight colours all with amber and a touch of auburn round the waterfall. The scraggly trees in shades of brown surround the mountain tarn. Here Bierstadt set his painting, capturing the tranquil charm. So high up in the sky, like little dots upon a screen, birds fly about the lovely scenery almost unseen. The craggy rocks along the lake, a distant golden hill, this place so isolated, nearly inaccessible, is beautiful precisely for the reason that it is so far out of the way, and rare, like Bierstadt’s canvases. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.