Speaking to the River

I don’t very often see frogs, they vanish under leaves, hide in deep
shadow, though I’ve seen the occasional little green tree frog, but the big
ones elude me …


I have not forgotten                  
the frog that leapt
from the water’s throat

though I lost it
under springs
between stones and reeds

I heard its voice at dawn
and followed it
into pools and ripples
where mayflies die                                                art by Kennedy Banning
under a flicking tongue


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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 Speaking to the River

  1. francinesw says:

    Lovely scene, soon to be in the past when all gets colder.Have a good day !

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