JOAN
MCNERNEY
WINTER WATCH
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
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
WOODS
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
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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