Green
winter notes
in
January
bleed
into February--
scent
of pine, lavender,
honey
in my tea.
We
slice lemon,
bake
salmon, peppery
and
warm
like
you,
a
wild, wild rose,
no
hint of snow--
grow
'round my calves,
up my
thighs,
hug my
hips
a
little tighter,
hold
me
to
spring.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
For
Poetry Jam, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and dVerse OLN.