The
sky is that certain shade
of
Saturday blue
with
a ribbon of sea green
and
an easiness
like
hope restored.
A
budding longing
for
that far-off scent
of
hyacinth, daffodil,
dirt—even,
burns
like a mini-sun, a burgeoning sequence star,
behind
the manteau of gray-black-white,
frozen-earth,
crunch-bite—
a
little poem
warming
in the pocket of sky
that
certain shade of Saturday blue.
©
2017 Jennifer Wagner
Love what you can see in the sky... such hope in Saturday blue
ReplyDeleteperfect...not that color here today but I could remember it. Love this;
ReplyDeleteA budding longing
for that far-off scent
of hyacinth, daffodil,
dirt—even,
...sigh. yes!
...and thank-you for the congrats. It is truly thrilling to be a Grandma!
Delightful poem
ReplyDeleteLovely ! Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sense of hope in the return of spring--Happy New Year Jennifer!
ReplyDeletewith a ribbon of sea green
ReplyDeleteand an easiness
like hope restored.
It gives a feeling of calmness with expectations of a peaceful air!
Hank
the bookends of "that Saturday shade of blue" hold your beautiful words in place so well.
ReplyDeleteI love that shade of blue... As its all snow-white and grey here, really liking the color of sea green and the scents of flowers ~
ReplyDeleteI love this ~
ReplyDeleteThis poem really is delightful, bringing me "an easiness
ReplyDeletelike hope restored," which is a good thing.
__ This was generated by your fine verse, Jenn; in this first line I've stolen your words.
ReplyDeletea little poem
written across this sky
tree's pen
Such colors and vivid descriptions! Wonderful
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