Steven Federle

Rookie - 209 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

A Warm Morning - Poem by Steven Federle

In morning's hush
heat builds,
leaves glitter.

Into pure silver
dissolves the shade.

Birds are calling
winging it
to high, dark eves,
any place
where the tattered night
may hide

and seek retreat
from day's clear,
searing eye.

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Comments about A Warm Morning by Steven Federle

  • Rookie David Saltaire (12/24/2011 8:38:00 AM)

    This piece is wonderful. The imagery and the flow work together so well to create the feel of the day. Very well done, indeed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2011


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