Riding the Bus in Midwinter

If a barn could loosen itself
from its old foundations
and start out rocking and creaking
over the fields, it would seem
like this, all of the lights left on
over the stalls, the steamy cattle
huddled together, a few of them
watching the door, where the black
wolf-shapes fly by in the darkness.

Ted Kooser – "Riding the Bus in Midwinter"


Other Poems by Ted Kooser:

"Abandoned Farmhouse"
"Barn Owl"
"City Limits"
"The Great Grandparents"
"Great Plains in Winter"
"How to Foretell a Change
   in the Weather"
"In the Corners of Fields"
"So This is Nebraska"
"Spring Plowing"
"There is Always a Little Wind"
"Tillage Marks"