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Sunday Morning Storm
High above, shifting in the storm
all leaves finally dropped and raked,
the tall tree feigns death,
as emerald grass glows
in winter’s rich rain.
But, late as usual,
the apple tree, like a queen,
spreads her royal leaves
into a golden robe
below.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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