Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Monday, April 15, 2024

Pellegrino and Lime

 

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

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

For dVerse Quadrille #199:  T.G.I.F.

 

NPM Day 15

 

Thursday, April 11, 2024

Turning White, 1888

 

They say one becomes euphoric

just before death.

 

It was January, but

the flowerboxes were filling

too quickly with snow.

 

And Mama, at home in her armchair,

can only grab her chest,

wring her hands,

 

fearing delivery

of her cherished child

in reverse,

 

with not a lick euphoric enough

to console the freezing of her heart.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

For the amazing Shay’s Word Garden Word List:  Spill Simmer Falter Wither

 

I recently read, and took inspiration from, Ted Kooser’s book, The Blizzard Voices, which is a book of short poems based on the experiences of people living in the Great Plains during what’s known as the Children’s Blizzard of 1888.  Sadly, many children were lost trying to get home from school during the surprise storm.  My mom is from Nebraska and says they were taught about it as part of state history.  After reading about it, I dreamt of a school teacher who saved her pupils by sticking them together with Grey Poupon and marshmallows.  I can’t explain it; dreams are weird, but that is another poem. 

 

NPM Day 11

Monday, April 1, 2024

Blue

 

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!

 

Frost’s poem

 

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