A POEM FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

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American Life in Poetry: Column 498

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE

 

Here’s a lovely poem for this lovely month, by Robert Haight, who lives in Michigan. Early October Snow  It will not stay. But this morning we wake to pale muslin stretched across the grass. The pumpkins, still in the fields, are planets shrouded by clouds. The Weber wears a dunce cap and sits in the corner by the garage where asters wrap scarves around their necks to warm their blooms. The leaves, still soldered to their branches by a frozen drop of dew, splash apple and pear paint along the roadsides. It seems we have glanced out a window into the near future, mid-December, say, the black and white photo of winter carefully laid over the present autumn, like a morning we pause at the mirror inspecting the single strand of hair that overnight has turned to snow.