I’m waiting for the long lazy days when I can sit outside,
paint, watch the wind, listen to the sky, and taste
the scent of roses. It’s coming, coming soon …
WAITING FOR SUMMER
these mornings
when robins sing dawn alarms
and joggers run at first light
before heat shimmers from tarmac and hills
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
first published in Quintessence
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.