Estrellas

 

Photo © Jennifer Wagner

 

Chuparrosas sip from the cups

of orange-red ocotillo blooms,

 

the sky waves fresh gold dust

and the desert’s perfume

 

rises with spring

cracking open every new thing—

 

even as something old,

something blue, hangs between us

 

stitched darkly like threads

around a once-golden sun.

 

But I’ve long stopped wishing

for nothing blue.

 

Without night, I’d miss the stars.

Without the needle, there’d be no quilt.

 

Without seeing in a different light,

I’d miss the sharp beauty produced by thorns.

 

 

© 2026 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Poetics: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

What’s Going On?  Choosing Beauty

Stone Mountain Lovers

image © 2025 emma & clint

 

A settlement on a hill,

whole,

together, stone

 

mountain lovers—

birds born

 

of rain, of forest, of snow—

soon to be one,

blood and bone.

 

The lights, their eyes—

azure, emerald, form

 

a curving of hands, hearts

together feathered into

the beautiful poem of home.

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

I rarely post process notes with my poems, but for this one, here goes:  my son, Clint, whose name means “a settlement on a hill,” recently became engaged to his love, Emma, whose name means “whole.”  He proposed at Stone Mountain Park, a special place for the two of them.  He comes from rain land, she from snow.  His eyes are blue, hers are green.  They are very much birds of a feather—having the same heart to serve people.  They have been doing so here in the US, with plans to do so soon abroad.  They are just simply beautiful poetry together. 

 

WGO:  Beauty

Poetic Bloomings