Poetry Friday

A month has passed and I am no closer to updating the regular library web page so no one knows this is here.

But to try and learn to be regular about posting I'll add a poem for the day.

"This Morning"

The barn bears the weight
of the first heavy snow
without complaint.

White breath of cows
rises in the tie-up, a man
wearing a frayed winter jacket
reaches for his milking stool
in the dark.

The cows have gone into the ground,
and the man,
his wife beside him now.

A nuthatch drops
to the ground, feeding
on sunflower seed and bits of bread
I scattered on the snow.

The cats doze near the stove.
They lift their heads
as the plow goes down the road,
making the house
tremble as it passes.

by Jane Kenyon