Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Florence


By the window,
lapping up the sun,
I read Rossetti’s, “The First Spring Day,”
and leaned my head against the pane

as if to become one
with blush blossoms
sprouting from the tree
and our neighbor’s sign
in bright yellow, pink and green:  hello spring.

Spring:  Florence Nightingale’s
cool kiss on the fevered brow of humanity.
Oh blow, swing your lamp—
your breath, meadowsweet,
your step, light, in our cimmerian war.


© 2020 Jennifer Wagner


dverse poetics:  in the time of the plague

Hope you all are well.  ~Love, Jen

The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Thank You, April



April, I am starved for light,

bring a little, please,
to the window

where I can see summer
lolling about the hills afar off.

Ah, yes, I see her now,
shoeless in leaves of grass,
picking blackberries,
Sonnet 18 nearing couplet.

April, you’re a long way from summer,
but at least I can see her from here.


© 2017 Jennifer Wagner


“Distinctive realms appear to us when we look and hear by poem-light.” - Jane Hirshfield, Ten Windows.  Happy Poetry Month with appreciation to poems by Sandburg, Heaney and Shakespeare.  

Monday, March 20, 2017

thaw



late winter
in front of the fireplace,
sipping tea
in my bare feet

wood floor,
cool

the scent of a new rug,
chamomile,
lavender,
rain

mist
hovering,  fad  i   n    g


—spring!



© 2017 Jennifer Wagner