Showing posts with label The Music On The Wind Of A Storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Music On The Wind Of A Storm. Show all posts

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Winter Hummingbirds

 

The lantanas are mostly deep green now—

only just a few daring red buds.

My quail chime, in turquoise and copper,

is silent and still.

 

There is solitary dancing, though,

at the hummingbird feeder—

a dark, flittering joy

against pale clouds

and amber glints of sunlight.

 

The patio couch pillows

in desert hues

are beginning to pop bright

in the growing light—

 

a soft place to land

near my potted sun parasol—

blossomless now.  But I

remember them

 

from September

when the boys

brought it home to me

because you were gone.

 

Another hummingbird

pirouettes.

 

Now, in February,

you’re here.

And every day you drink me fully

with your eyes—a summer thirst

in winter, as if to make up

for autumn’s lost, lonely time.

 

And, I like this

all

just fine.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

What's Going On?  Landscapes

Poetic Bloomings: Out My Window

Sunday, December 1, 2024

stay

 

you ask me to

and i don’t know how to answer

 

i want to

know

 

what it’s like to stay

now

 

so much

in that look

 

my cells

multiplying

 

like time-lapse

photosynthesis

 

curling myself

around that

 

one

word

 

as if

light

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

Monday, January 8, 2024

Poetry

When you found me

I was face up in snow,

 

crows pecking my neck,

 

my voice box removed

in bloody clumps around me,

 

my eyes staring straight up

at clouds meant for someone else’s rain.

 

But you

 

enclosed my hand around a lightning bolt

and I stood up—

 

my voice a thunderclap

scattering dark birds to the storm-crackled sky.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

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