beach scene

It’s beach time, summer and the lazy days of sun and watching waves
splash on sand. Time to swim or read or do absolutely nothing and all
of it outside, as long as it doesn’t rain …

BEACH SCENE (chain verse)

a single gull hangs above the lake                                   
hovering on the wind’s wild roar
and watches waves

and watches waves curling white, break
against the grey and sandy shore
where a child braves

where a child braves the water’s chill
by dashing in, and out again
it is too cold

it is too cold to be a thrill
though it is July, clouds foretell rain
and blowing cold


9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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 beach scene

  1. Francine M. Sylvestre-Wallace says:

    12″C this morning, windy and cold, the beach is far away from my reality…

  2. acox321 says:

    I liked this one. Warm enough to eat out here, but to a degree locked in by the virus. Walks OK and chats en route or over the wall. Antony

    Sent from my iPhone


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