To My Wife In Mourning Poem by Steven Federle

To My Wife In Mourning



bright day, still birds, black
spots on the blue sky, slightly
sway in trees, and wait

for winter to stay
or summer at last to come
like you're waiting for

the pain to stop, death
to give way to the winter
sun's soft, warm embrace.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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