Mukilteo (at Rose Hill)

At Rose Hill, you must

try rose water chocolate,

see Possession Sound

the color of storms.

At Rose Hill, you must

try lavender cheesecake,

see the white caps

cupping evergreen rain.

At Rose Hill, you must

try Bangalore spice,

see the lighthouse,

see the shore,

see the thunderbirds rich with lore.

At Rose Hill, you must

try yellow curry, coconut milk,

see Hat Island,

taste cinnamon dust.

At Rose Hill, you must.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

For dVerse Meeting the Bar, Repetition

Mukilteo is a city on the coast of Washington and a favorite of my family with its spectacular views, scrumptious chocolate, bold Northwest Coast art, fine restaurants, and delightful atmosphere.

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