Hush

Claude Monet The Studio Boat (1876).  Public Domain image.

 

Hush, the lantern is burning low;

the air is crisp and sweet

on this, our orchard, son.

 

In the cradle of the river,

before your leaves are changing palette,

before my winter comes—

 

remember these: my velvet whisper,

and your dreams of green,

when my floating here is done.

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Poetics

A Lavish Goodbye

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