Wolf Moon Howls

it’s just a moment in the snow,

everything so suddenly white,

so clear,

you lose your balance—

your foggy breath wisp-

ing

a        w                  a                             y                  

pouring out

a glass

of yesterday’s rain

in wolf moon howls

through silvered firs—

the sky winking back,

peace

folding,

closing

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Melt

The sky is that certain shade

of Saturday blue

with a ribbon of sea green

and an easiness

like hope restored.

A budding longing

for that far-off scent

of hyacinth, daffodil,

dirt—even,

burns like a mini-sun, a burgeoning sequence star,

behind the manteau of gray-black-white,

frozen-earth, crunch-bite—

a little poem

warming in the pocket of sky

that certain shade of Saturday blue.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner