Saturday, January 31, 2015

Pacific Northwest

Green winter notes
in January
bleed into February--
scent of pine, lavender,
           honey in my tea.

We slice lemon,
bake salmon, peppery
and warm

           like you,
a wild, wild rose,
no hint of snow--
grow 'round my calves,
up my thighs,
hug my hips
a little tighter,

hold me
to spring.


© 2015 Jennifer Wagner



37 comments:

  1. hmmm....there's a nice intimacy in this... also love how you weave in the scents and taste...

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  2. nice...love the movement and energy of it growing up you
    and holding you til spring...there si a nice intimacy in that, to me...

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  3. Ah...we in cold climates all look for something or someone to hold us until spring, something to help us survive the cold winter.

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  4. Hold on to spring ~ Love that intimacy & warmth Jennifer ~

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  5. so loved the opening... draws the reader in... the first five lines made a poem itself

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  6. truly lovely, Jennifer! i can but echo everyone before me.

    wishing you a wonderful 2015!

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  7. So many sensory details that do embrace...beautiful work, Jenn...thank you, for joining!!

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  8. Nature's sensuality is entwined in every line. Really beautiful imagery.

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  9. I imagine spring in the Pacific Northwest to be a beautiful thing :)

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  10. Oh I just wish for spring in those words.. there are so many lovely senses here.. Here we had a day filled with sleet..

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  11. Yes, intimate. I love bringing spring into winter.

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  12. I really fell for the opening stanza as January bleeds into February. Holding on for the waiting spring.

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  13. Like several I especially like the first stanza. I can picture this in the Pacific Northwest as you describe it. Thanks for posting here on Poetry Jam.

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  14. I felt as though you are one with your environment, with nature--drinking it all in with poetry.

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  15. Love the sensuality of this, taste and smell, color and magic. Dreaming of spring here already....sigh.

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  16. Beautiful. Seems many of us are working through winter and looking toward spring!

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  17. I like the way you used lemon and salmon in your poem as part of the premisses of spring.

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  18. Beautiful - I love the first 5 lines also.

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  19. mmmmmmmm..... so visual my tummy is now grumbling! :)

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  20. Very nice, Jennifer. We had wild roses in Nebraska. And snow too.
    Nice if they would press close, be warm, and ... I'd love them too.
    ..

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  21. Yes, a little touching and a few flowery high notes could keep us very nicely until spring. Thanks for your comments on my poem.

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  22. I agree with Claudia - the delicate intimacy is beautifully achieved here - you are a lovely soulful poet Jennifer - I'm always nourished coming here... Wit Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  23. Very cool - dig the style of your work.

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  24. This has such a beautiful feel to it. Brought warmth on this cold day.

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  25. I can smell and feel the warm tea and lemon. Lovely.

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  26. I wish that spring would come and wrap me up in its embrace just as soon as you, but alas it is still a winter wonderland here in Maine.

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  27. Your poem has such a flow in it. I love the opening lines
    "Green winter notes
    in January
    bleed into February"

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  28. It was cold even here in Texas today. I felt like I needed to be held until Spring. If the ground hog wouldn't be such a scaredy cat we would be having Spring today.
    ..

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  29. Love the metaphor here! Spring will come soon!

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  30. Yes, a wonderful metaphor - and such a mélange for the senses.

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  31. Wonderful work, so vivid and descriptive! A feast for the senses. This may fast become a favorite of mine.

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  32. Quite the sensory poem - with a twist. Lovely.

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Thank you for your thoughts!