Tuesday, January 17, 2017

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-

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pouring out
a glass
of yesterday’s rain

in wolf moon howls
through silvered firs—
the sky winking back,


© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Saturday, January 7, 2017


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,

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