Curiosity - Poem by Steven Federle
I'm waiting for summer to start.
I want to see through emerald leaf
how the young sun rises,
how waking birds nod
to the familiar sky
and sing to life their bright day.
When will the stoic snail finish
into the cool shade
of this airy fern?
And in blazing noon
if the fussing wren still
flits or throws back
behind downy head
But most I want to feel
the precise moment
when blushing sun
spills his red life
into the gentle arms
of his dark love, night.
Comments about Curiosity by Steven Federle
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye