Saturday, January 7, 2017

Melt



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



12 comments:

brudberg said...

Love what you can see in the sky... such hope in Saturday blue

Janet Martin said...

perfect...not that color here today but I could remember it. Love this;
A 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!

Anonymous said...

Delightful poem

ayala said...

Lovely ! Happy New Year!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

A beautiful sense of hope in the return of spring--Happy New Year Jennifer!

kaykuala said...

with a ribbon of sea green
and an easiness
like hope restored.

It gives a feeling of calmness with expectations of a peaceful air!

Hank

Jody Lee Collins said...

the bookends of "that Saturday shade of blue" hold your beautiful words in place so well.

Grace said...

I 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 ~

grapeling said...

I love this ~

janetld said...

This poem really is delightful, bringing me "an easiness
like hope restored," which is a good thing.

Magyar said...

__ This was generated by your fine verse, Jenn; in this first line I've stolen your words.

a little poem
written across this sky
tree's pen

Tank said...

Such colors and vivid descriptions! Wonderful