Through Bright Morning I Run Poem by Steven Federle

Through bright morning I run,
eyes brimful with green love
as the silver world sings songs
of golden spring,

and through azure noon I love
how joyful psalms, bird-throated, rise
from verdant hills.

But when the long day ends,
in bright window framed
I see
your dark door.

I will not fear the velvet night.
for in the burning stars,
I see your eyes; in hushed
delta breeze,
I hear your voice
calling me.