I wrote a fan letter to Ted Kooser that said, in part, "thank you for the gift of your beautiful poems. They have brought much pleasure and astonishment to my life. " And Mr. Kooser was kind enough to send a postcard reply that said, in part, thanks for "helping to spread the news of poetry." You're welcome, Mr. Kooser. Glad to oblige in my small way. Aren't fan letters fun? You should write one today to your favorite poet. Quick, do it while he/she's still living! Or, if that's too daunting, just go out and buy a few of their books so your favorite poet can continue to buy ink and paper. Or check some of their books out of the library and give yourself a feast of words. One poem a night. Before bed. To be savored like a Godiva chocolate left on the bed pillow by the hotel maid.
This poem is from Kooser's "Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison."
Clear and pleasant
The reason the rooster is crowing
so desperately this morning,
his voice like a gate left open in the wind,
is because the rising sun
is displaying its colorful plumage,
spreading its wings for a thousand miles
along the horizon
and the eyes of every hen are lit with fire.