Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
Today’s poem, Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser is a reminder of the changes in the air as fall approaches, as well as so much more, brought to us as only Mr. Kooser can. I had the privilege of hearing him speak and read his poetry two weeks ago, an experience I won’t soon forget. Afterwards I sat on my own porch swing, the perfect place to consider what I had heard.
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.
Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end. An autographed copy of Billy Collins’s Horoscopes for the Dead. See the details here.