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.
Comments : Loved the imagery in this one, beginning with the very first line, 'seasons closing their files on each of us', delicious. - Zen (p.s. thanks to AD for sharing this poem)
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.
Comments : Loved the imagery in this one, beginning with the very first line, 'seasons closing their files on each of us', delicious. - Zen (p.s. thanks to AD for sharing this poem)
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Why don't you post poems any more?
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