We Walk Together

November seems to me to be a mysterious month.
The year is fading into winter, clouds fill the valleys,
and there’s a sense of someone behind me when
I walk through mist. A sense of shadows lurking …

WE WALK TOGETHER

silently we move                                                        IMG_7669 Mal.Retreat Centre dawn
in today
past tomorrow

what you say
is a cloud of rain
lost in yesterday
as I say
your name

say it again

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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