surrounded
by magenta petunias
and my friday night lights
it’s patio-perfect in spring
my footfall
and yours
tiptoeing
past the snoring
winter wolf moon
turned pink
—and the little clink
our glasses make
to toast
the sun-drenched, fresh
summer
we’ve palmed
of our lives
For dVerse Quadrille #199: T.G.I.F.
NPM Day 15
Every season sings a song.
The bells and sorrows
of winter
clang on and on.
But if Frost was right,
they, too, only last so long.
Stepping on
the turf of spring,
new birds fill their lungs,
have their say,
and hope renews that
nothing blue can stay.
© 2024 Jennifer Wagner
For Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge Day 1: Write an Optimistic Poem
Happy National Poetry Month!
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© 2023 Jennifer Wagner |
It’s still a few weeks away from the yellow-gray of November. And even further from here. In the desert, the air has shifted to cooler—not 118, but now 80. The heat is more of a hug than a grizzly’s maul. The Valley of the Sun is not cool and dreary come autumn. It’s a valley of a different color. Kind color—sweet, perhaps. And it feels more like the mountaintop. After all, we survived summer.
bougainvillea
a wave of color
at summer’s finish line
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse Haibun Monday: Fall foliage or Spring blossoms
(I’m posting too late for the link.)