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
brown blurs into green 
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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A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
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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
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
