Waiting for Summer

I’m waiting for the long lazy days when I can sit outside,               001 from Old Mill pk 001
paint, watch the wind, listen to the sky, and taste
the scent of roses. It’s coming, coming soon …

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WAITING FOR SUMMER

these mornings
when robins sing dawn alarms
and joggers run at first light

before heat shimmers from tarmac and hills          IMG_2249 Ashkenazi Garden
candy-wrappers flower in gutters
and castles rise on beaches

I uncurl the day into green lawns
thrust fingers into worm-turned earth
and discover summer

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first published in Quintessence

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The Willow Tree Girl … Weston doesn’t miss a beat as she untangles past and present, ghosts, missing treasure, and her young heroine’s longing for success.

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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
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