Abaude: Morning Rain Poem by Steven Federle

Abaude: Morning Rain



Living trees, grass rising
from dark cool soil

Roses, like blood from a wound
rise above a common weed.

Its fugitive life persists
evading my brutal hands.

November rains
provoke darker green

Dim clouds pour
solemn waterfalls

Holy tears renew
the life of our dark world.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sally Plumb Plumb 11 May 2011

Beautiful.Try 'Shower' it's the flip side of yours.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 11 May 2011

Beautiful. Try my 'Shower'.It's the flip side of your piece.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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