A lovely woman of my acquaintance, who also loves poetry, sent me a poem written by Ted Hooser while he was recovering from cancer. This poem is from his collection Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison, which I acquired yesterday and am enjoying every word.
Gusty and warm
I saw the season's first bluebird
this morning, one month ahead
of its scheduled arrival. Lucky I am
to go off to my cancer appointment
having been given a bluebird, and,
for a lifetime, having been given
Thank-you Ted Hooser and Linda H.