The Annual

It’s the time of year when birds are migrating, trees change colour as they stop storing sugar to begin their resting time. It’s also the season of storms, power-cuts, and other seasonal joys …


I bend and hear
the reeds whisper                           

of mallard and frog
of coot and wind

I crouch listen to
yet more news

they speak of rain
fog and swans

of low-flying geese
and quiet quail

no word of fear
anger or despair

only joys that come
to them each year


my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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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2 Responses to The Annual

  1. acox321 says:

    Good to have a more optimistic message. Antony >

  2. Hi Antony, it’s a beautiful time of year indeed. Good to hear from you. Joanna

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