The summer queen

There’s a mystery to summer, the shadows fall thick, and who’s to know
who or what lives therein? Are there indeed elves, pixies, or fairies
dancing just out of sight? …

THE SUMMER QUEEN

the woman lives in grass
deep below swaying grains              

she laughs chickweed
sings dandelion clocks

lifts handfuls of Anne’s Lace
above monkshood borders

she carries the scent of mint
under the moon’s white gaze

the pull of valerian
beside flaring fireweed

this elderflower lady
wreathed with goldenrod

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo 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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