A very special day...

A Birthday Poem
By Ted Kooser

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

Happy Birthday, dearest, sweetest brother...I love you.


brock street said...

thanks beautiful you.
i love the poem and the thoughts. wish we were together.
do know i am home in my sweats, a pile of magazines, b-mo at my feat growling at his toy and loopy doing some wine tasting.
the perfect evening at home.

Caroline said...

What a beautiful post!!! I love this blog of yours and so happy I found it. Happy Birthday to your brother. Much love to you.

Fringe said...

brock street - i'm so happy you had a nice day, honeybunch! i wish we could have been together too...xoxo

caroline - thank you, sweet girl! your kind words mean so much to me! xoxo