Failure Poem by Steven Federle

Failure



The leaves are falling too early!

Strewn, green and pliant,
they drift to summer lawns
to wither and die.

Oh, heavily falls failure when,
not yet the season of death,
impatient winds tear and shred,
suck dry life's tender
breath.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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