Summer Shoes

Those summer days, lying on the grass, watching the clouds, day-dreaming of nothing in particular; no one needs me, children busy, no obligations or meetings … days, hours, to remember …


SUMMER SHOES                                              23445588.6.7.12

dance out the door
straps waving as they waltz
down the street
one – two – three
one – two – three
they turn, buckles glinting
to fly above the corner
spin over a roof-top
glide up a sunbeam

a dazzling thread of summer
they rise
dancing into cloud-land
like wild green balloons


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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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