Angeles

Just before nightfall
your new leaves
softly sway
in the cool delta breeze,
your limbs glint
in flames of
a deeper shade
where rough trunk rises
from clambering vines,
to violet fire.

Oh! Dance with the angels!

Dance with Lord
of the Trees!

His breath will stir you to passion,
His song will lull you
to sacred sleep.

by Steven Federle

Comments (2)

Amen! a good poem, , and I'll raise my head to see a lodestar to glint my eyes that of a vesper in my every twilight to dance with an archangel...great write, , , top marks...
Amen! a good poem, , and I'll raise my head to see a lodestar to glint my eyes that of a vesper in my every twilight to dance with an archangel...great write, , , top marks...