a heavy garland of sorrow
releases from
my winter-ragged bones
sitting on this ginger-crumb beach,
dipping my sugared toes,
letting the water wreath
around my ankles
icicle clear—it’s here,
on holiday i hibernate,
and marshmallow-float
the weight, and gift,
of all this wonderland
© 2025 jennifer wagner
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Handprints, a nose print,
on the frost-filled pane.
A ghost? Of Christmas
past? A loved-one there
looking in at hearth
ablaze and home sweet
home. Golden light on
tinseled tree. Bows in
red and green. Gifts of
winter mirth and love’s
soft-mittened hand in
savored memories.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
MTB: Tableau Poem
The last emerald summer
popped hot in the pan—
buttery, like sweet corn and tomatoes,
like the last sultry twilight
I spent waiting for your heart to choose.
Even when the first leaves fell,
my eyes were on the evergreens
still convinced it would never snow.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Poetic Bloomings #547 Meant to Last