Steven Federle Poems

Rain falls
peaceful, unceasing
filling brimful
the bright day.
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we grew used
to the low sky,
bland light
grey blight
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Grey morning
lights
the bland sky.
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Glowing low through eastern pines
suspended, self-contained,
this perfect world gently refines
the rough, red clouds
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O copper moon in cobalt sky,
brush back confining trees.

Climb Jacob’s silver stairs and rise
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I’ve seen how the darkness
eases into new light.
The summer sun creases
the wan and weary night.
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Through rolling green hills, in the bright winter dawn
together we’ll go to this wide winter lawn
over trails anointed by generations of tears
we’ll bring your still heart and at last face our fears.
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Deep inside my silence
words glow like burning stones
plunging to dark waters.
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Fog hangs in bright tents
contagion enfolds
blighted white mist
like driven, lost souls.
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The bridge stands low
over the swollen
Sacramento,
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