Here we repost the weekly poetry column brought to you, free of charge, by American Life in Poetry – an organization supported by The Poetry Foundation, the Library of Congress, and the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2004-2006, Ted Koosner. This week is presented a windy-cold and haunting poem by Don Thompson:
I used to think the landhad something to say to us,back when wildflowerswould come right up to your handas if they were tame.
Sooner or later, I thought,the wind would begin to make senseif I listened hardand took notes religiously.That was spring.
Now I’m not so sure:the cloudless sky has a flat affectand the fields plowed down after harvestseem so expressionless,keeping their own counsel.
This afternoon, nut tree leavesblow across themas if autumn had written us a long letter,changed its mind,and tore it into little scraps.