Winter Morning Poem by Steven Federle
Winter Morning
You rage all night,
urging black clouds
to mutinous thunder.
What wind blows from
such mighty lungs
that heaven itself
bends to the blast?
In sleep's confusion
I hear you
calling me
out of the dark,
into winter’s
dim light
where trees rise
still and bare
into the sepia air
and small birds
search
the desolate earth.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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