Midnight Wind

Photo by Kurt James

What I like is a Colorado Rocky Mountain night – when you step away from the flickering and dancing campfire light into the darkness of the night. In the nocturnal dimness if you listen closely the forest and the trees are an orchestra with the midnight wind as the maestro. The pitch of the songs they sing changes with the quickness of the wind. Most folks never step away from the safety and comfort of the campfire and they miss the mountain songs that are sung by the wind. I feel sad for those that stay in the light and never hear this healing melody.

Midnight Wind


“Midnight Wind”
Climb the Rocky Mountains and listen, in the distance you will hear.
The song of the wilderness midnight wind as it gathers – drawing near.

Out of the north when the day becomes night – the wind sends its legacy.
Aspen leaves become the instrument for the midnight song and its melody.

Mountain aspens and evergreen trees start to sway – begin to sing.
Each night the midnight wind resonates – the song and its familiar ring.

Stop and stand still and eavesdrop – hold out your arms, face the sky,
With your eyes close, slowly turn and open your spirit – don’t ask why.

In our lives we have the peaks and the valleys on the trail we have taken,
When we have despair – midnight wind repairs the soul and helps it reawaken.

Out of the north the midnight wind has a healing song – a tale for you.
The wind if you listen and take heed – essence, mind and body, start to renew.

Just remember, when your soul and spirit is down and nothing seems right,
Climb a mountain – turn your face to the sky, feel the midnight winds might.

In the mountains – when darkness descent’s and the wind builds – do not be afraid.
For in the night you will hear the midnight wind, its song – your happiness remade.

Climb the Rocky Mountains and listen, in the distance you will hear.
The song of the wilderness midnight wind as it gathers – drawing near.
By Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s family roots were from western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years, Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographers through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado featured his poetry. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 16 books all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand, Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry, are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt has 3 books that he is currently writing. The 8th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Raphael Eye for an Eye. His third ghost town reference book, Kansas Ghost Towns, Hauntings, Treasure Tales, and Other BS. And a western/horror novel - Devil’s Tower Spirit of Chiha Tanka. Kurt is a proud member of Western Writers of America.

6 thoughts on “Midnight Wind

    • October 2, 2017 at 11:13 AM

      I am glad Rasma you were able to hear some of the midnight wind through my poetry… I hope you make it to the Rocky Mountains some day.

  • October 2, 2017 at 6:27 PM

    The beauty of nature in all its aspects is beguiling and here you have taken us on a journey of Rocky Mountain night, in a symphony of sound. Nicely done Kurt.

    • October 3, 2017 at 2:28 AM

      Thank you Tony for stopping by and listening to what I wrote –

  • October 2, 2017 at 10:15 PM

    I so enjoyed reading this, Kurt. My Dad would take us all camping when us kids were little. We lived in the northern range of the Rockies, which are the Cascades. My favorite time was when we all snuggled down inside Dad’s huge army tent (all nine of us) when the nights were long and so dark. I would lay there and listen to the voices of nature. It always fascinated me and lulled me into such a peaceful sleep. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece. It brought back some wonderful memories.

    • October 3, 2017 at 2:30 AM

      The key to poetry I think Phyllis is having the ability to unlock emotions even if it is just a small smile, but to unlock wonderful memories is what we as poets write for. Thanks for stopping by.

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