Thursday, November 29, 2012


a dusting of diamonds
sparkling on evergreens
winter’s oracle

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Sunday, November 25, 2012

In Winter's Sights

she placed snowshoes on the mountain,
a shine to the lips of heaven

in a musical crunching of white
with peek-a-boo pine cones and twigs

it was in moments like this she felt it,
breathed it

when douglas firs and lodgepole pines
held a shimmering of frost

and a barn owl’s low hoot
gave her a sense of mulled cider

when the fire is just right
and so is the world

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Offerings:  The Poetry Pantry and dVerse

Monday, November 19, 2012

Interview at Poets United

I've had the honor of being interviewed by the talented Sherry of Poets United for the Life of a Poet Series.  If you would like to read it, go here:  Life of a Poet - Jennifer Wagner.  Thanks Sherry, I was truly surprised and honored to be featured!

Thursday, November 15, 2012


is a notion
of half-closed lids
in yellow flicks
of candlelight
against your bluegreen eyes
despite or because of
that lonely space between us
you pull me into
reaching for that tender
part you save for me
until i believe
i am the jewel
upon your hand
you always say i am
and melt like gold
in your palms

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Not a Circus Fan

Circus me a frown
clown in neon blue
with stripes
I see in my sleep

Oscillating, like a cyclone
like that time
after too many mango margaritas
in Cabo

pirate clown
black and white
and stubbly beard

I hope he won’t hug me
scratches, Patches
and his scent
like bourbon on Santa’s breath

Now there’s a clown

asking if “mommy” would like to sit
on his lap too

Watery eyes, seen too many
of glasses

And cigar smoke
fingering the suit

I make for
the other end of the sleigh
feeling a bit like sequins and legs

and hope for more
of stale popcorn
and less of
the inexplicable circus peanut

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Storytellers, Poets, Dreamers

shining, twinkling—
winking morse code
in the cold clear of night
peering toward hills
graced by tempered moon
and gathering breaths like visions
in baskets of words

holding gold, like dust—fragments
in upheld palms
releasing them to jump gracefully
spin, twirl like fireflies

climbing in the tenebrosity
and falling like stars 
on shoulders
whispering to hungry ears
a glittering of seasons

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

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Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Truce

sitting in the dust
accusers round her, thick—

with pride and spittle
dribbling their bearded chins

fingers pointing, fists shaking, rocks in hand—
the ground trembling with cries for justice

‘such women’ they yell, violent distaste rolling
off their tongues

one by one, they felt the mirrored shame in His words
until only one accuser remained

as she waited for the airless moment to pass
and a stone to pierce her

the two of them breathed slowly together, seconds ticking, until
she put it down, rose up, and began to pardon herself

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Settling Upon November

The artistry of SueAnn.  Used with permission.

Damp yellow leaves
and a hanging gray

settled upon November

with sharp scents of burning wood
and smoke encircling chimneys.

Head down, she trudged ‘home’

rain splattering her jacket
and hiding bright tears.

November, the month

she knew more than leaves
were dying.

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner