blue skies poetry

river runs under wind
takes rock    to the sea

       wind blows over river
       lifts foam      from the wave

silt moves through water
under my hand    to the sea
       I cross the river
       against the wind
to the place where hands meet
and lips touch underwater

~ Joanna M. Weston

Joanna M. Weston M.A. Has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty years. Has two middle-readers, ‘The Willow Tree Girl’ and ‘Those Blue Shoes’; also ‘A Summer Father’, poetry, published by Frontenac House of Calgary, all in print.

Filed under: Joanna M. Weston by akublik Date 28 July, 2008