Wait Poem by Steven Federle

Wait



Cold winds lash
spring branches;
new leaves
lust
for heat;
torn stems
litter
tender new grasses

and wait
for discordant chimes
to rend the sky,
release bright spirits,
charm the shy sun,
and cast to waiting earth
Summer.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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