Sunday, October 9, 2016

Red Fox (to My Poems)

Vulpes vulpes, with your

little black nose,
your anxious eyes,

your den, under leaves
once red,
are ochre, burnt umber, and blowing away

in the air
of wet earth and maple smoke exhaled.

My palms,
holding ash
up to my fingertips, cool to the touch,

warm with a flame I cannot fan,
everything dying, like this.

But I’ll find you,
sometime October,
under the chestnut tree

wagging your tail,
Vulpes vulpes,
for me.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

It seems I am too busy for poetry right now.  But sometimes, she finds me.


Wendy Bourke said...

Wonderfully drawn ... a lovely autumn piece, Jennifer.

Rajesh said...

Incredibly written. Hope she finds you easily and you never lose her... Vulpes vulpes...

grapeling said...

and I'm glad she did ~

brudberg said...

I love the image of the fox... the use of its Latin name that rolls so wonderful on my tongue

Anonymous said...

An excellent autumn poetic writing. :)

Love the imagery and you capture autumn so well. :)

Anonymous said...

The joy of a season. written through your eyes

Justin Lamb said...

I like the image you use with the foxes.

Magyar said...

__ Now, our anticipation of next spring's youngsters. Smiles! _m

seeps into their den
the kits

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I love it when poetry finds us instead of the other way around--love the feel to this Jennifer--just right for fall!

janetld said...

Most unique, vivid, and, yes, Fall-like!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Very apropos for this time of year :) <3

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Where've you been? Is everything ok? - Mosk