Sunday, March 5, 2017

March Right In

March right in
with all your green finery,
shake snow dust
from your limbs, your hat.

Sit, I’ve made tea.

Not those tired kinds
you wrote you would have no more of—
as you say, it’s time for oolong.

I read your letter.  Again and again.  Especially
after the sun turned her lights down before
I’d even have a chance to start the day.

I know she needs her rest
before headlining,
but honestly, she can be such a diva.
4pm?  I feel faint.  Quick, I need my brandy and eye mask.
She’s been this way for months now.

Can you talk to her?  Ah, I see you already have,
and the day seems longer for it.
And those cherry trees and daffodils
are yellow, pink, and promising.

So I won’t complain to April—look here she comes—
or hold it against you,
when the gloomy wind blows
stinging rain against my cheek.

I, uh. . .
I promise.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s Dear March – Come In –.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Tiki Me Pink

Photo © 2017 Jennifer Wagner

If you don’t mind,
I’m kind

of tired
of all this
drizzle drivel.

If you please,

me with your
lazy blue wing.

I need to sing
sun lullabies,

cat curled
round my feet
in the heat,

a purr, a giggle,
in my sleep.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Wishfully dreaming of summer for dVerse Q44.