A Letter In October Poem by Ted Kooser

A Letter In October

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Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon
the water, sowing reflections
to either side—a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic—
now see no more than my face,
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,
night in its thick winter jacket
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness
that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,
and at the waiting window found
the curtains open to my open face;
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,
must now keep looking in.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: october
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Wrrie your Nmae 20 April 2018

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Sumit Ganguly 15 November 2015

Beautiful imagery. Thanks for sharing.

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Kelly Kurt 08 April 2015

A wonderful poem, Ted. October has its ups and downs. Thanks for sharing. Peace

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