The Early Bird
by Ted Kooser
Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
wooden-pulley notes,
pleased, it would seem,
to be given work,
hauling the heavy
bucket of dawn
up from the darkness,
note over note,
and letting us drink.
that’s awesome. thanks for sharing.
Aaron Moman (October 10, 2008 at 11:41 am)Glad you liked it! Ted Kooser is one of my favorite poets, and what I love about his stuff is how accessible his writing is… especially to people who may not be that into poetry.If you want to read a bit more, I’ve got several of his poems posted on here. Mostly because I couldn’t help myself, and wanted to share. They’re here:The Time of Their LivesTattooAt the Office EarlyCameraMournersCarrieYear’s EndNew Year’s Day
avoision (October 12, 2008 at 11:55 pm)