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
For
Poetry Jam, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and dVerse OLN.
hmmm....there's a nice intimacy in this... also love how you weave in the scents and taste...
ReplyDeletenice...love the movement and energy of it growing up you
ReplyDeleteand holding you til spring...there si a nice intimacy in that, to me...
Ah...we in cold climates all look for something or someone to hold us until spring, something to help us survive the cold winter.
ReplyDeleteHold on to spring ~ Love that intimacy & warmth Jennifer ~
ReplyDeleteso loved the opening... draws the reader in... the first five lines made a poem itself
ReplyDeletetruly lovely, Jennifer! i can but echo everyone before me.
ReplyDeletewishing you a wonderful 2015!
♥
So many sensory details that do embrace...beautiful work, Jenn...thank you, for joining!!
ReplyDeleteNature's sensuality is entwined in every line. Really beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteI imagine spring in the Pacific Northwest to be a beautiful thing :)
ReplyDeleteOh I just wish for spring in those words.. there are so many lovely senses here.. Here we had a day filled with sleet..
ReplyDeleteVery sensual, very well done.
ReplyDeleteYes, intimate. I love bringing spring into winter.
ReplyDeleteI really fell for the opening stanza as January bleeds into February. Holding on for the waiting spring.
ReplyDeleteLike 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.
ReplyDeleteI felt as though you are one with your environment, with nature--drinking it all in with poetry.
ReplyDeleteLove the sensuality of this, taste and smell, color and magic. Dreaming of spring here already....sigh.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Seems many of us are working through winter and looking toward spring!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you used lemon and salmon in your poem as part of the premisses of spring.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - I love the first 5 lines also.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Jennifer!
ReplyDeletemmmmmmmm..... so visual my tummy is now grumbling! :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Jennifer. We had wild roses in Nebraska. And snow too.
ReplyDeleteNice if they would press close, be warm, and ... I'd love them too.
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Yes, a little touching and a few flowery high notes could keep us very nicely until spring. Thanks for your comments on my poem.
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteVery cool - dig the style of your work.
ReplyDeleteThis has such a beautiful feel to it. Brought warmth on this cold day.
ReplyDeleteI can smell and feel the warm tea and lemon. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDelete"hold me to spring"....loved this!
ReplyDeleteYour poem has such a flow in it. I love the opening lines
ReplyDelete"Green winter notes
in January
bleed into February"
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.
ReplyDelete..
mmmm ~
ReplyDeleteLove the metaphor here! Spring will come soon!
ReplyDeleteYes, a wonderful metaphor - and such a mélange for the senses.
ReplyDeleteWonderful work, so vivid and descriptive! A feast for the senses. This may fast become a favorite of mine.
ReplyDeleteQuite the sensory poem - with a twist. Lovely.
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