Through Thin Windows Poem by Steven Federle

Through Thin Windows



Through thin windows I see
young leaves rising to twilight storm,
blue mist shimmering
on quick-silver street,
as glowing grass drops
into blackening copse.

With Stygian hand
has night claimed
declining day.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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