A Warm Morning Poem by Steven Federle

A Warm Morning

Rating: 4.5


In morning's hush
heat builds,
leaves glitter.

Into pure silver
dissolves the shade.

Birds are calling
winging it
to high, dark eves,
any place
where the tattered night
may hide

and seek retreat
from day's clear,
searing eye.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Saltaire 24 December 2011

This piece is wonderful. The imagery and the flow work together so well to create the feel of the day. Very well done, indeed.

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