If you are not a morning person, you are missing out. But thanks to the Internet, you can go online and listen anytime to Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac.
My local public radio station broadcasts The Writer’s Almanac each morning around 5:00 am. After reading the almanac’s daily literary entries, Mr. Keillor recites a poem. In his wonderful baritone, he delivers words with warmth like that which infuses your morning bed at that too early hour.
If you like listening to someone reading poetry, find Mr. Keillor at five in the morning or on his website at any hour.
Read Monday, January 2nd’s post. Winter Thanks by Marcus Jackson
Winter Thanks by Marcus Jackson
To the furnance – tall, steel rectangle containing a flawless flame. To heat
gliding through ducts, our babies asleep like bundled opal. Praise
every furry grain of every warm hour, praise each deflection of frost,
praise the fluent veins, praise the repair person, trudging in a Carhartt coat
to dig for leaky lines, praise the equator, where snow is a stranger,
praise the eminent sun for letting us orbs buzz around it like younger brothers,
praise the shooter’s pistol for silencing its fire by reason of a chilly chamber
praise our ancestors who shuddered through winters, bunched on stark bunks,
praise the owed money becoming postponed by a lender who won’t wait
much longer in the icy wind, praise the neon antifreeze in our Chevrolet radiator,
and praise the kettle whistle, imitating an important train, delivering us
these steam-brimmed sips of tea.
“Winter Thanks” by Marcus Jackson, from Neighborhood Register. Cavan Kerry Press, 2011.