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

Sunday, June 22, 2025

The Last Emerald Summer

 

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

 

Sunday, April 6, 2025

Mint

-ed

freshly—

 

pOp-hatching open

like a tin, new—

from speckled

blue—

 

with a

boing-bOunce,

songbirds’ primitive sweet breath

bugles

the crisp-fresh

 

reveille

after winter greens

spring.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

NaPoWriMo Day 6 challenges us to write a poem by choosing a number which corresponds to a word from one column (A) and then use the words that appear in the columns (B) and (C) to describe the taste of your column (A) word.  Bonus if you don’t use your (A) in the body of your poem but use it as your title only.  Mine: (A) mint, (B) boing, and (C) primitive.

 

The songbird Swainson’s Thrush lays speckled blue eggs.

 

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Pulse


 

After the departure

 

of winter,

 

of cara caras—

 

the arrival of white blossoms,

pollen, dusk moths,

bats diving for seconds.

 

After the departure

of my dark-mute-crash

in your absence—

 

the arrival of sweet,

prickly pear cactus,

green-purpling in tangelo sun.

 

After the departure

of cold,

of hibernation—

 

the arrival of migration,

your ready arms cloaking

the naked-bleed of me.

 

After the departure

of bleak season,

waning spirit—

 

the arrival of glittering sky

beyond palm bones—

and my ribboned heart

 

stitched whole

in the pulse

of your hand.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

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