Poems by Steven Federle
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Wooden Valley
Wooden Valley
leans into spring,
worn blue with time,
rises to age-
less azure skies.
See the bold mustard
straight rows defy
winter's dark glow
light with cold fire.
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