Jennifer Lagier- 3 Poems & Photos

  
Crone

This old girl has endured storm winds,

salt mist, another cycle of drought.

Time and termites have conspired to topple;

severely deformed, she still holds her ground.

Blackbirds and squirrels invade with impunity,

navigate sagging limbs, explore bark and roots.

Her trunk bends from dowager humps, spine

twisted, branches lopped leaving silvery scars.

Recognizable landmark, she clings to hillside,

keeps hikers on the trail, points lost wanderers home.

Vista Point at Leffingwell Landing

Sun slides downhill toward ocean

as a ranch wagon drawn by

identical gold Percherons

clatters along motel row.

Seagulls and pelicans

ride cooling wind currents,

flaunt aerodynamics, glide

north above radiant beach.

Moonstones rim gilded surf,

accentuate flaming sky,

invoke indigo nightfall

above burnished bay.

Lunacy

Swollen planet glows, silverplates

oak forest, floats above pine.

Crows and turkey vultures vanish.

Woodpeckers have called it a night.

Roof and walls seem claustrophobic.

Darkened patio, chill chaise beckon.

Supermoon awakens odd yearnings,

overwinds the imagination.

Cool sister, shadow doppelganger

of sun, slides across blackened heavens.

Jennifer Lagier has established a sordid reputation as an unrepentant snake aficionado.