Poems by Steven Federle
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Failure
The leaves are falling too early!
Strewn, green and pliant,
they drift to summer lawns
to wither and die.
Heavily falls failure when,
not yet the season of death,
impatient winds tear and shred,
suck dry life's tender
breath.
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