Like mine, the moon’s eyelid is droopy.
It too is old and has been around.
We pass our time together without saying a word,
like brothers scything weeds long after dark.
His scythe has caught a little light,
but mine has not.
We still have work ahead, as long as we can see.
~ Ted Kooser, “August.” The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photo: r2–d2
Beautiful words. I must read this book. He is a poet, who knows the world as it is.
Karen, I highly recommend the book.
I loved this – just loved this…somehow there are no more words needed.
Man works magic with words. Magic.
I just never tire of this man’s writing. Wouldn’t he be fabulous to sit down with and share a cup of coffee?…
nicely penned
I agree!
Ted Kooser, is such a wordsmith..I love reading the post of him that you share..Beautiful art image…
Both, are works of beauty. I agree Christie.
we do, we do. and we haven’t even begun to scratch the surface.
I love this, love that you introduced me to his magic with words..
Love him too Makere…
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Inspiration from an astonishing poet
Thanks for sharing…