Showing posts with label Being Carefree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Carefree. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Meadowdance





Indian paintbrush
and velvet rose,
a butterfly kiss
on my cheek, on my toes—
color me summer, remind me how to sing,
leave lipstick on winter
and the last breath of spring.



© 2013 Jennifer Wagner


Here’s to summer and dVerse OpenLinkNight #100!  Way to go Brian and Claudia and all the pub tenders and poets who make dVerse such a great place!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Childhood



My hand in the river
of ice cold water
charges me even as the sun
weaves its warm and dreamy spell.

Cool pebbles bounce in the stream
and I am taken with them,
down, down, down,
and back up again.

Two smiles play on my lips—
contentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I don’t need more than this.



© 2012 Jennifer Wagner



One year ago today I began this blog and to commemorate I am reposting my very first post.  Thank you to all of you who have visited, read my work, and commented so thoughtfully over this past year.  It has been my pleasure to have been able to cross paths with you and I am looking forward to many more crossings! 

Also, my heart goes out to the people of Oklahoma suffering in the aftermath of yesterday’s devastating tornado.  May recovery be quick.  My thoughts and prayers are with you.  ~ Jen


Linking to dVerse, a most excellent place for poets to connect.  

Sunday, November 25, 2012

In Winter's Sights



she placed snowshoes on the mountain,
a shine to the lips of heaven

in a musical crunching of white
with peek-a-boo pine cones and twigs

it was in moments like this she felt it,
breathed it

when douglas firs and lodgepole pines
held a shimmering of frost

and a barn owl’s low hoot
gave her a sense of mulled cider

when the fire is just right
and so is the world


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Offerings:  The Poetry Pantry and dVerse

Friday, October 19, 2012

Monday, June 25, 2012

Spring Canzonet

The peonies danced perfectly;
with each windshake
perfumed heads
sprinkled sweet dew to the soil.

For a moment she longed to be them;
to listen,
to draw the lyric breath,
and contribute her song.


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner 
Shared in imaginary garden

Monday, May 21, 2012

Wistfully Whimsical


Childhood

My hand in the river
of ice cold water
charges me even as the sun
weaves its warm and dreamy spell.

Cool pebbles bounce in the stream
and I am taken with them,
down, down, down,
and back up again.

Two smiles play on my lips—
contentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I don’t need more than this.

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner