Boston, Back Bay, December 2012
Photo:Tamar Salibian
Year’s End
by Ted Kooser
Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.
[From Writer’s Almanac, December 26, 2012]
Photo:lastradablogspot.com
how exquisite
Hoping that the year ahead is better, brighter though I am not holding my breath. Love, always, dear Diala,
T.
A poet who lives in my long ago neck of the woods, Nebraska. Remarkable, isn’t it. I don’t know his poems very well, tho, having left there many moons before his fame.
Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2012 14:59:29 +0000 To: martin.stephenr@gmail.com
…arrivals and departures. Always, too early or too late, we all are, aren’t we?