Waking to Darkness
Reaching to turn off the alarm,
I look out dark windows
and see the dreaming moon,
high in the tree,
filling the sky with
unfinished sleep.
Better to wake
to the morning's light,
to roll to my side, glance
out the highest pane
and see the sun
fill the world again.
poem by Steven Federle
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