Sunset Poetry
2024-01-04 - Fairplay, KY - Photo by Veronica Arnold
Veronica writes: This is the sunset January 3rd, 2024, in Fairplay. There is a poem that comes to mind when the sunset turns golden and pinkness seems to fill the very air around you. I always think of the first stanza of this poem! That fleeting light and pure delightful bright colored light... it is The Children's Hour!
I copied the first stanza below for those not familiar with the poem, The Children's Hour, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
2024-01-04 - Fairplay, KY - Photo by Veronica Arnold
Veronica writes: This is the sunset January 3rd, 2024, in Fairplay. There is a poem that comes to mind when the sunset turns golden and pinkness seems to fill the very air around you. I always think of the first stanza of this poem! That fleeting light and pure delightful bright colored light... it is The Children's Hour!
I copied the first stanza below for those not familiar with the poem, The Children's Hour, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
Between the dark and the daylight,Comments | Permalink
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour