A Letter in October - Ted Kooser

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon
the water, sowing reflections
to either side—a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic—
now see no more than my face,
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,
night in its thick winter jacket
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness
that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,
and at the waiting window found
the curtains open to my open face;
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,
must now keep looking in.

Comments

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

You are so welcome. I was, actually, looking for a different October poem and then re-remembered this gem.

[tealight-rookie.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is beautiful. Thank you.

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

You are welcome - glad you enjoyed it!

[esquire.livejournal.com]

This is so amazing. Thank you for posting it.

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. It was perfect for today. I wonder how a strictly "themed" poetry comm would work....and at the end of each theme there could be discussion....

*ponders*

[orange-fell.livejournal.com]

You should do it! I love looking through the -request tag for that reason.