Friday, April 1, 2016

Like Spent Cherry Blossoms


Milling about
the door,

while the garden lights
were swaying

and the moon was high,

this poem
found itself

arriving,

sweet spices
on rainpetal skin

from spring's unfurling trees.

And what was I to do, little poem?

Of course, I swept you in.



© 2016 Jennifer Wagner



Happy National Poetry Month! :-)

dVerse OLN
 

14 comments:

Imelda said...

Of course! There can be no other choice but to let the poem in. :-)

~Imelda

Fireblossom said...

I adore this, especially the ending.

Georgina said...

How lovely to sweep a poem in.

Wendy Bourke said...

A lovely piece woven together with such delicate nuances - a perfect "little poem".

Grace said...

Specially love:

sweet spices
on rainpetal skin

Such poems are meant to arrive and shine on our page ~

Mary said...

Don't you just love it when a poem arrives like that!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Of course you did and I am glad!

Sumana Roy said...

aww...so sweet..."sweet spices
on rainpetal skin

from spring's unfurling trees." my favorite lines...

Tank said...

It's nice when somethings stumbles upon you, refreshing and light!

Jody Lee Collins said...

Ah...this makes me smile. Both of us unfurling words the same day. This is why we love Spring in Seattle--it leads to such delicious poetry.

Magyar said...

Nice Jen_!
__As you'd written: "this poem found itself" then pushed its way free... through your pencil.
_m

Unknown said...

Love "rain petal skin" and a happy poetry month to you too!

grapeling said...

gorgeous, Jen ~

Margaret said...


Adorable!