Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Porch Swing in September

by Ted Kooser


The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun
that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion
whose flowers have faded, like those of summer,
and a small brown spider has hung out her web
on a line between porch post and chain
so that no one may swing without breaking it.
She is saying it's time that the swinging were done with,
time that the creaking and pinging and popping
that sang through the ceiling were past,
time now for the soft vibrations of moths,
the wasp tapping each board for an entrance,
the cool dewdrops to brush from her work
every morning, one world at a time.

3 comments:

  1. Gorgeous photo, I tried to capture a spiders web the other day and it looked nowhere near as good.

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  2. I look forward to reading your work. It inspires me to slow down and view the world a little differently.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)