Ordinary Hours

I love these days when nothing in particular happens. The time flows by in doing the most mundane tasks: putting dishes away, tidying a shelf, stroking the cat, having coffee and, of course, writing a poem …

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ORDINARY HOURS

I have fallen into ordinary hours                             IMG_2411..7.14.11
where there is no suddenness
only fluidity of minutes

green touches me with a single thread
slides away to catch a leaf
spins a moment over its browning

leaves fall, loosed by tranquility
and drift into the past

a cat’s movement changes bird-song –
day turns forward

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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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