Nov/Dec 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 6 Poetry |

In November

The leaves at the tops of the trees are the last to fall. They cling to summer as the first cold winds begin to pinch at them like someone's fingers trying to put out the flames of a thousand candles, and for each extinguished there are two more burning, and another, over there.

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Ted Kooser served two terms as poet laureate consultant to the Library of Congress, and was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in 2005 for his book of poems, Delights & Shadows (Copper Canyon Press, 2004.) He is a retired life insurance executive who lives in the country near the village of Garland, Nebraska.

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