Love blows cold, love blows hot, and every temperature in between. Love gets caught in head winds and struggles to make way to safe harbour …
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AN OLD SONG
river runs under wind 
takes sand to the sea
wind blows over river
lifts foam from the wave
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silt moves through water
under my hand to the sea
I cross the river 
against the wind
to the place where hands meet
and lips touch underwater
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first published in Blue Skies Poetry
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to the place where hands meet
and lips touch underwater
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first published in Blue Skies Poetry
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About Joanna M. Weston
Born in England, she is now living in Shawnigan Lake, BC. She is married to Robert, an accountant, and they have three sons,
Andrew
Jon
Mark
... and two cats, Alice and Chaucer.
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...
Clarity House Press has published several of her chapbooks including:
Berry and the Birthday Band (2010)
One of These Little Ones (1987) – out of print
Cuernavaca Diary (1990) – out of print
Seasons (1993) – out of print
Watch-night (2005) – out of print
I cross the river 
