August

'This light shines in darkness, but unless God Himself draws us out of the darkness, we are not enlightened by Him, even though He be present.' Thomas Merton

soft summer wind
murmering trees
distant train
calling.

sun-washed patio,
the house gleams
in the after-
glow of noon.

the chairs are
waiting.

limbs lean to the
ground,
heavy with apples
waiting,
round,
sweet velvet light,

all waiting.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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