Stone Mountain Lovers

image © 2025 emma & clint

 

A settlement on a hill,

whole,

together, stone

 

mountain lovers—

birds born

 

of rain, of forest, of snow—

soon to be one,

blood and bone.

 

The lights, their eyes—

azure, emerald, form

 

a curving of hands, hearts

together feathered into

the beautiful poem of home.

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

I rarely post process notes with my poems, but for this one, here goes:  my son, Clint, whose name means “a settlement on a hill,” recently became engaged to his love, Emma, whose name means “whole.”  He proposed at Stone Mountain Park, a special place for the two of them.  He comes from rain land, she from snow.  His eyes are blue, hers are green.  They are very much birds of a feather—having the same heart to serve people.  They have been doing so here in the US, with plans to do so soon abroad.  They are just simply beautiful poetry together. 

 

WGO:  Beauty

Poetic Bloomings

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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