The last emerald summer
popped hot in the pan—
buttery, like sweet corn and tomatoes,
like the last sultry twilight
I spent waiting for your heart to choose.
Even when the first leaves fell,
my eyes were on the evergreens
still convinced it would never snow.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Poetic Bloomings #547 Meant to Last
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| Photo from the last October I spent in WA before moving to AZ
© Jennifer Wagner |
She crumples herself
around my feet
and under my shoes.
Curls herself in smoke offerings
of cedar, birch
against the blue.
Wet tingles my skin.
Crisp, clear
she drapes me in the richest of hues.
Who am I, who am I
to enjoy such beautiful parting?
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner