If today is National Weather Day, I missed the memo. Look what arrived in my inbox today from Ted Kooser (American Life in Poetry newsletter):
"I’m well into my seventies, and I warm to simple, peaceful scenes. Here’s a fine love poem by Patricia Traxler, a Kansas poet, whose newest book, Naming the Fires, will be out in early 2016."
Weather Man
When it snows, he stands at the back door or wanders around the house to each window in turn and watches the weather like a lover. O farm boy, I waited years for you to look at me that way. Now we’re old enough to stop waiting for random looks or touches or words, so I find myself watching you watching the weather, and we wait together to discover whatever the sky might bring.
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If today is National Weather Day, I missed the memo. Look what arrived in my inbox today from Ted Kooser (American Life in Poetry newsletter):
"I’m well into my seventies, and I warm to simple, peaceful scenes. Here’s a fine love poem by Patricia Traxler, a Kansas poet, whose newest book, Naming the Fires, will be out in early 2016."
Weather Man
When it snows, he stands
at the back door or wanders
around the house to each
window in turn and
watches the weather
like a lover. O farm boy,
I waited years
for you to look at me
that way. Now we’re old
enough to stop waiting
for random looks or touches
or words, so I find myself
watching you watching
the weather, and we wait
together to discover
whatever the sky might bring.
Lovely!
Great song...and fun to watch them perform.
(Though I did keep looking for the trumpet players. ;-)
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