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Ken Hada


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The way September wind
rattles cottonwood leaves
a trio of egrets
high above seeking
river sand

occasional honks of geese
cautious vireos
singing the last of summer
a couple of crows keeping
everyone informed

change is in the wind.

I feel my own calling
sharpen my wings.
Any day now, I too
may take flight.


From Persimmon Sunday (VAC, Purple Flag, 2015).
Used with the author's permission.


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Ken Hada is a professor at East Central University in Ada, Oklahoma. Author of six books, he was raised in the rural Ozarks and enjoys hiking, flyfishing, and kayaking. Says Ken, "I find the natural order a powerful presence for writing. More than sentimental 'nature' poetry, I often situate a troubled or confused or lonely speaker of a poem within the natural rhythms, as an ordering, a correcting presence in the life of the poem." Learn more about Ken at www.kenhada.org.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Jancan:
Lovely comment on changing of seasons! Janice
Posted 09/18/2018 09:35 AM
Wilda Morris:
You brought me right along. Thank you!
Posted 09/17/2018 11:06 AM
Dorothy WildhagenD:
Love it. Beyond comment. You just feel it.
Posted 09/15/2018 05:25 PM
Maryann Hurtt:
I love how sensuous this poem is...I can feel the air, smell the water. Thank you, Ken.
Posted 09/15/2018 01:18 PM
wordartdjc:
Another note: He was a fly fisher too. How extraordinary. And we entertained egrets at our dock on Cape Hatteras.
Posted 09/15/2018 12:25 PM
wordartdjc:
Oh, how appropriate for me. It made me cry. Today would be the 93rd birthday of my dear husband who died of cancer at only 74. He was a flyer in a B17 in WWII. Tears.
Posted 09/15/2018 12:21 PM
DavidTookey:
"...crows keeping everyone informed." Perfect!
Posted 09/15/2018 11:40 AM
cork:
"Any day now, I too may take flight."
Posted 09/15/2018 10:39 AM
gailcomorat:
Yes, this is nature poetry without sentimentality. Lovely images, language, and graceful turn.
Posted 09/15/2018 08:56 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love how this poem describes how summer turns to fall in September. I think this says it all: the honks of geese singing the last of summer and a couple of crows keeping everyone informed and the change is in the wind. Even the attitude of the narrator changes with the wind. We are having an Indian summer this September and it is unusually warm all over. It was 110 in Arizona yesterday.
Posted 09/15/2018 08:41 AM
KevinArnold:
Good work turning the attention inward.
Posted 09/15/2018 06:09 AM


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