Comes Spring

There’s all the beauty of Spring, clear blue skies, brilliant flowers that we’ve longed to see, and then there’s the other side. We become aware, at least I do, of the half-hidden litter by roadsides, fences forgotten over winter  …

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COMES SPRING

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fantasias colour bloom
along pathways witched wreathed
beneath rotting billboards

comes wild presence
tresses tangled
azure emerald on shoulders
flowers blade stretch
around broken fences

grasses linger lips cheeks
touch palms beyond
root spear upward
riotous fertility
over logged hillsides

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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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