Morning Storm Poem by Steven Federle

Morning Storm



Morning storm
smashing rain
on our
highest panes

we watched in wonder

as swaying trunks
grow drunk
with heaven’s wine

but noonday trees
stand sober

glittering green
on absolute blue

the crystal sky
of spring.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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