Green winter notes
bleed into February--
scent of pine, lavender,
honey in my tea.
We slice lemon,
bake salmon, peppery
a wild, wild rose,
no hint of snow--
grow 'round my calves,
up my thighs,
hug my hips
a little tighter,
© 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...
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...
Ah...we in cold climates all look for something or someone to hold us until spring, something to help us survive the cold winter.
Hold on to spring ~ Love that intimacy & warmth Jennifer ~
so loved the opening... draws the reader in... the first five lines made a poem itself
truly lovely, Jennifer! i can but echo everyone before me.
wishing you a wonderful 2015!
So many sensory details that do embrace...beautiful work, Jenn...thank you, for joining!!
Nature's sensuality is entwined in every line. Really beautiful imagery.
I imagine spring in the Pacific Northwest to be a beautiful thing :)
Oh I just wish for spring in those words.. there are so many lovely senses here.. Here we had a day filled with sleet..
Very sensual, very well done.
Yes, intimate. I love bringing spring into winter.
I really fell for the opening stanza as January bleeds into February. Holding on for the waiting spring.
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.
I felt as though you are one with your environment, with nature--drinking it all in with poetry.
Love the sensuality of this, taste and smell, color and magic. Dreaming of spring here already....sigh.
Beautiful. Seems many of us are working through winter and looking toward spring!
I like the way you used lemon and salmon in your poem as part of the premisses of spring.
Beautiful - I love the first 5 lines also.
mmmmmmmm..... so visual my tummy is now grumbling! :)
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.
Yes, a little touching and a few flowery high notes could keep us very nicely until spring. Thanks for your comments on my poem.
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
Very cool - dig the style of your work.
This has such a beautiful feel to it. Brought warmth on this cold day.
I can smell and feel the warm tea and lemon. Lovely.
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.
"hold me to spring"....loved this!
Your poem has such a flow in it. I love the opening lines
"Green winter notes
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.
Love the metaphor here! Spring will come soon!
Yes, a wonderful metaphor - and such a mélange for the senses.
Wonderful work, so vivid and descriptive! A feast for the senses. This may fast become a favorite of mine.
Quite the sensory poem - with a twist. Lovely.
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