<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521507" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Matins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Times of transition<br>appeal to my sense of<br>transcendence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In joyful morning<br>eastern gold flows<br>over our highest leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blue-jays shriek<br>as our cat prowls<br>the wet grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She does not care</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that this is the edge of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I can feel the sun’s fire<br>as I work in the yard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hear the mockingbird<br>in our highest eves<br>calling to his love<br>in the cherry tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon the wind<br>again will rise<br>and another summer day<br>will coldly decline</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the western fires<br>wilt<br>to bluest steel, to<br>blackest silk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521507" data-title="Matins de Steven Federle" data-description="Times of transition appeal to my sense of transcendence. In joyful morning eastern gold flows over our highest leaves. The blue-jays shriek as our cat prowls the wet grass. She does not care that this is the edge of time. But I can feel the s..."></div> </div> </div>

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