Snowed in

I love to watch snow falling, such a peaceful thing to do, so quiet,
the world hushed, traffic minimal. I’m not keen on driving or walking in the stuff, but it’s there, crunching, crusty underfoot …


I watch angels                                      
shed feathers
all day

hear the hush
of flight
past my windows

know the alleluia
feel of being
snowed in

stuck with words
that settle into poems
on cold earth


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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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4 Responses to Snowed in

  1. acox321 says:

    Lovely. A good one! No snow here. Antony


  2. Francine M. Sylvestre-Wallace says:

    I do miss the snow, I get depressed waking up and going to bed in fog and rain, snow flakes as you say so well are lovely.

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