A Winter Morning by Ted Kooser
A farmhouse window far back from the highway
speaks to the darkness in a small, sure voice.
Against this stillness, only a kettle’s whisper,
and against the starry cold, one small blue ring of flame.
I can see and feel this poem. I love it. I discovered Ted Kooser through the bog of Patti Digh at 37 Days, when she blogged a poem of his called “Mother”. I ended up buying Kooser’s “Delights and Shadows” where this poem lives.
I don’t read as much poetry as I am sure my college roomie would like me to read, but I think of her smiling each time I encounter a poem that sneaks under my skin.
