Inspired by some Christmas appearances on the Saturday Today Show by the St. Bartholomew’s Boy and Girl Choristers. Rockefeller Center, dressed up for Christmas, in the predawn dark, bare of tourists and commuters is one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Rockefeller Center Receives the Song
By Annmarie Lockhart
5:30 am: The India ink sky absorbs
the hulking, sulking concrete giants
and makes the ice-crystal lights
on that famous tree snap/crackle/pop.
Rippling flags and frozen angels
line the vista from Fifth to the rink
as two dozen red-robed children
send a cappella Glorias skyward and
Prometheus forgets his fire upon
hearing the winged mutes sing.
The sleepless city is still, but for
the diorama of sculpture, light, and song.
(Image courtesy of Marnie Raimondo)
I love New York, and I love this poem, Annmarie! I can picture it. I cannot, however, see the image.
Winter is the most beautiful season. A splash of red against the whites, grays and blacks inspires some elemental, intrinsic feeling, dersire, we call beauty.