fear not, for we’re just poems—

 

 

rubbed together in a pocket,

rattling

 

smallish and fierce,

davidic—

 

or, too, like pieces of cloud

puffy-white against a blanket of oh-so-baby-tear-drop blue

 

or, a drip-draping of grayish snow,

just a tad cranky, only a touch ominous

 

or rising

like the sun, or a siren, yea high and heralding—

 

costa’s hummers and pink fairy dusters

and other such underestimated beautiful mayhem

 

 

© 2026 jennifer wagner

 

dVerse poetics: turn of phrase

 

photo © jennifer wagner

passionflower

 

 

like winter sun warming the crisp outline

of evergreens on frost’s last kiss,

 

like an impression of stars

bursting in indigo nightframe,

 

like orion, swift-slaying, swaying

between boughs,

 

she is electric, blue-jazz summer sky,

ricocheting

 

with all the fierce beauty

of a flowering storm

 

 

© 2026 jennifer wagner

 

q44: flower

 

photo © jennifer wagner, from las noches de las luminarias, desert botanical garden, phoenix, az

winter cheer

 

 

punxsutawney phil

said there’ll be more winter chill—

 

but around here

there’s winter cheer and (root)beer,

 

tell that mole—

‘cause hawks are going to the super bowl

 

 

© 2026 jennifer wagner

 

poetic bloomings #580: relative cold

 

photo © ian wagner