Early Rising Poem by Steven Federle

Early Rising



early rising, fresh
sky night black, just brightening
to early-bird's joy.

but still tired, eyes
aching with sleep. I think I
will go back to bed.

Sunday, June 17, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: joy,sleep
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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