Kooser, recuperating from a bout with cancer in the late 1990s, began a daily practice of walking and writing a small poem to fit on a postcard. Each poem is prefaced with a single sentence about the conditions outdoors.
Here is the poem dated December 28:
Windy and at the freezing point.What a masterful little poem! Sadly, a dozen years from now, readers may no longer understand the references to a comics section, and, the news.
There are days when the world
has a hard time keeping its clouds on,
and its grass in place, and this
is one of them, tumbleweeds
huddled up under the skirts
of the cedars, oak trees
joining hands in the windy grove.
Even the dawn light, blocky
with pink and yellow and blue
like a comics section, quickly
fluttered away, leaving a Sunday
the color of news.
Head over to see Donna at Mainely Write. She is hosting the last of this year's Poetry Friday Round-Ups from her new home in PA.
Finally, join me in wishing a happy retirement to Library Director, Carl Heidenblad! He has new adventures in store.
Happy New Year to all! See you in 2019.