Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts

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.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Jack O' Lantern Soup

Dancing squirrels
have taken note
of the pre-Thanksgiving

as windblown leaves,

like fresh strips
of paper-mâché,
are stuck to everything
in sight—across our lawn, the path to our door.

I wonder, what would they think
if I sprinkled some Sriracha
or pepper-apple chutney
on top

of the jack o’ lantern soup
on our front porch,
filling up
to the smile?

I prefer mine
with sour cream
and a little kick:

a half sandwich,
with lots
of pepperoncinis.

Do you think
they would mind

if I brought
and topped

with roasted

and a caramelized pecan
or two?

I bet Beatrix would know.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

Note: I made pumpkin soup for the first time last year.  Soo good.