Decline Of Day Poem by Steven Federle

Decline Of Day



Gentle breeze,
swaying trees
leaves
golden-green.

Imperfect sphere
sliding through day’s
perfect, blue air.

Ascends the moon
stark and silver
much too soon.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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