Experience
I’ve seen how the darkness
eases into new light.
The summer sun creases
the wan and weary night.
I know of noon’s ways,
harsh rant of glaring rays
haranguing to passion
the giddy, fevered day.
Then keen delta breezes
the painted sun consume
and send vermilion fleece
to greet the rising moon.
poem by Steven Federle
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