Ted Kooser

(Ames, Iowa)

Late February - Poem by Ted Kooser

The first warm day,
and by mid-afternoon
the snow is no more
than a washing
strewn over the yards,
the bedding rolled in knots
and leaking water,
the white shirts lying
under the evergreens.
Through the heaviest drifts
rise autumn's fallen
bicycles, small carnivals
of paint and chrome,
the Octopus
and Tilt-A-Whirl
beginning to turn
in the sun. Now children,
stiffened by winter
and dressed, somehow,
like old men, mutter
and bend to the work
of building dams.
But such a spring is brief;
by five o'clock
the chill of sundown,
darkness, the blue TVs
flashing like storms
in the picture windows,
the yards gone gray,
the wet dogs barking
at nothing. Far off
across the cornfields
staked for streets and sewers,
the body of a farmer
missing since fall
will show up
in his garden tomorrow,
as unexpected
as a tulip.

Comments about Late February by Ted Kooser

  • (2/26/2016 11:12:00 PM)

    The style of the narration is superb and playful. Enjoyed the portrays of late february. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Akhtar Jawad (2/26/2016 8:27:00 PM)

    Last night, I switched on my fan, the first warm night, the fan whispered, be relieved of cold now sleep early to get up early and to pay thanks to the Lord who gives a few days of of pleasure to everyone including the sinners like me. In the morning, a pleasant morning, I read this poem, a pleasant poem. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (2/26/2016 8:38:00 AM)

    Very nice. Loved the way you played with the words while painting the picture. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/26/2016 4:14:00 AM)

    The snow is no more! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Lacovara (7/13/2015 7:26:00 PM)

    You paint such vivid pictures. What a finely crafted poem. I will look forward to reading more of your words and work. Thoroughly enjoyed. PEACE (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 13, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, July 13, 2015

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