macaw

 

i am scarlet-robed, feathersoft,

and blue sapphire tonight

 

i am hollowed, fragments—

beak, claw and bone

 

i am birdnote, and call sign

and song-light, tonight

 

will take whispers, sweet nothings,

morsels from your hand,

 

just nestle me shoulder-tight,

be my soft place to land

 

 

© 2026 jennifer wagner

 

dVerse q: bird

 

photo © jennifer wagner

 

Sideways

Toril “Smells Like Rain”

Winter moans elsewhere ---but here

within me,

yesterdays roam,

panicky.

Like spring rain. Staccato.

My poems are wet ash.

My skin, sand through hourglass.

I make

for shelter,

a grain too late---

caught

in clouds of least favorable reflection.

And though I'm determined to at least pace them,

I know

I can never outrun

the rain.

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Art with Toril.