Decline of Day

Gentle breeze,
swaying trees
leaves
golden-green.

Imperfect sphere
sliding through day’s
perfect, blue air.

Ascends the moon
stark and silver
much too soon.

poem by Steven Federle
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Empty

Gloom infuses
my desert soul.

I cannot see the stars tonight.

The moon refuses
Night’s lifeless void.

It swallows the sky
and leaves us nothing but
windy lies.

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First Rain (2012)

first rain, wind driven,
soaks my hair; into my face
flies cold grace, fills the

narrow gutters, streets,
eager fields, with life revives
this gray winter world.

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Three Intimations

My tree is still bare
though tender
buds flare.

The mockingbirds know.
They fall on robins,
fiercely cawing.

White cranes rise,
face the sun,
and flash fire.

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Like Rising Flame

Like rising flame
my love ignites
the dawn
as molten sky
pours sacred gold
to fill your
folded valley
and compel your love
to conspire
with my soul’s
hot desire.

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First Leaf

Rain seeps
deep in the ground
and rises up spidery vines,

spreading wide,
reaching to where bud
stretches to green

first leaf.

Famished,
it swallows
the sun.

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Oblation

Bathe me in light, with warm
water wash, submerge
my submissive head,
my face, my hands,
my wayfaring feet.
Oh, cleanse me!
prepare me
to walk
into your perfect
day

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How Beautiful (From Isaiah 52: 7)

How beautiful
on the mountain
are the feet of him
who treads
bright paths of
freedom!

From winter's
gray day he
sings into being
new life

peace
and eternal
light!

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March Rain

March rain, thick mists drip
from grey branches, glowing grass,
rising like fire.

Buds bursting in slow
motion, unclenched, learn to trust
that green spring will stay.

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This Christmas Moon

This Christmas moon
breaks shining through
my empty, dark night.

Its aching light,
in waves of delight
bathes
stark winter’s shore
in the glittering sea
of Nativity!

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