To My Wife In Mourning - Poem by Steven Federle
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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