Morning Poem by Steven Federle

Morning



when the sky is still black
and stars glitter
like there's no
tomorrow,
the overblown moon
luxuriant
above seaborne fog...

this is the time
for faith
when birds,
startled by dawn's
first spark,
raise sharp beaks
and sing
the first song of

morning.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vipins Puthooran 25 September 2011

Wow, it'll be a nice morning to begin our day with our hopes.. Excellent poem

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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