Even through curtains,
the sun will assert itself enough to soften a candle,
its warmth insistent as a kiss till the candle bends back.
We all fall under the spell of the sun
and are all at the end bent and consumed.
See how a long row of fence posts
leans over a deeply cut road
as if they’d been pushed by the light.
~ Ted Kooser, November. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photo: Beechwood by Heiko Fritz
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Nicely done!
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Let’s thank Mr. Kooser (again) for bringing his light. Thank you Rajiv.
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What a lovely way to start my morning, just as the sun is coming up. Thank you!
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I felt the same Martha. Thank you.
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Mmmm, what a perfect way to kick off my weekend–a perfect pairing of word and image enjoyed with a hot cup of coffee. Life is good (and Kooser is unreal…)
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Smiling. All of that. Right there including Kooser is unreal.
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Love Kooser too!
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great words; stunning photograph!
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They are. It is!
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we are helpless to resist –
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‘…as if they’d been pushed by the light. ”
That will stay with me….
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