Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
wooden-pulley notes,
pleased, it would seem,
to be given work,
hauling the heavy bucket of dawn
up from the darkness,
note over note,
and letting us drink.
--Ted Kooser
(Oh, Ted. I love you so.)
You can find more totally lovable poets (and their poems) over at Live Your Poem where Irene is hosting today.
