Thursday, December 1, 2016




Tangled…one ragged
leaf clings to the bough.

All day my windows
chatter like nervous teeth.

Stopping to see the
shape of a snowflake.

Came home just in time
for the first dizzy dance
of December flurries.

Crystals spin together in
joyful pirouette…a cool ballet.
Joan McNerney


Blue your eyes
this edge of snow
in silent sky.
Brown eyes soft
tree bark patterns as
yellow flicks
sparkle in wintry sun.

And now it seems
your eyes are green
green as spruce
turning to grey eyes
glancing across as if
from a mountainside.

Your eyes two violets
hidden beneath frost.
Close your eyes
as sleepless stars
glide through night
in aerial ballet.

Black coal eyes
glowing on fire
red flames leaping
out of eyes burning
blue your eyes.
Joan McNerney


Sliding through arches

of elms sunshine

yellow and warm as honey.

Moss crawls over mudstone

while squirrels skip

around tree stumps.

Imagine to be a sea gull

in blue wind pushing

air through your wing.

After the long rain

pine trees bending

with cones.

Branches etch evening sky

turning razzle dazzle

purple red citron.

Leaves drop like butterflies

filling the floor of forest

with crunchy foliage.

See this snowy storm of

light quickly quietly

covering our moon tonight.

Long winters keep

greatcoats of frost

wrapped around our woods.

JOAN MCNERNEY’S poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.

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