Abaude: The Morning-Dove Poem by Steven Federle

Abaude: The Morning-Dove



dawn fires
the cold roses
one-
at-
a-time,
when, with
planetary urge,
all explode to
vermillion
conflagration.

Then the cherry tree,
plain in
drab leaf,
erupts in
emerald
glory,

and high
from the bright rooftop
the mourning-dove
sings
her plaintive
song of
summer.

Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sunrise
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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