A Cherry Blossom Fell Among the Silver Firs

 

It fell so early.  Or late, depending on how you look at it.  We’d not lived in the house for a full year, but storms don’t wait until you’re settled.  At least not in my experience.  By comparison, it wasn’t as dramatic as the enormous fir to clip our roof when it went down.  But I mourned it more, that cherry blossom.  It was so cheery and hopeful, and I really needed that.  But, I learned, as storm winds blow, petals float, refresh like dew, and make way for new things to grow. 

 

dropping like tears

cherry blossom petals

nourish seeds for tomorrow

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

For dVerse Haibun Monday

Day 28 NPM

 

New Kiss

 

Forget the old—

 

there’s no time

like the present,

and no place

 

like the honeycomb-home

of your lips.  Lick

those ruby reds—

 

meet mine, glossed,

sugar-frost

-ed,

 

and salt me

with your wizardry

of bliss.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poem-A-Day 27:  title a poem “New (blank)”

Poetic Bloomings:  write a “Forget (blank)” poem

 

Greetings from the Mother Road

 

With Jackson, standin' on the corner,

winds are low, had a glass of Arizona

tea.  We are a fine sight to see.

 

Even an eagle stopped to take a look at me.

I mostly write, Jackson sings,

hocked some guitar strings.

 

But baby, if I could afford a flatbed ford,

I’d open up if you were climbing in,

maybe.  Is it true, you’ve been gettin’

your kicks with other chicks?

 

Write back soon, and don’t forget (me)!

 

Take it easy,

Winona, Route 66

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poem-A-Day 26:  write a hermit crab poem (in this case, a poem that takes on the form of a postcard)

 

Photos © Jennifer Wagner.  The iconic corner of Winslow, AZ on Route 66 with statue of Jackson Browne who wrote the song “Take it Easy” with Glenn Frey for the Eagles.  My poem references many of the lyrics, as well as some from the classic “(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66” song.