Mystic

wind,
whispering trees

clouds, stars
radiant,
unseen

and again, ever-
moving into darkness
pale riders on
night's mystic train

night, to day,
to winter, to spring
summer's
heat arises,
unforeseen,

as tender leaves breathe
as taps the rain,

as life remains.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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