and I am swooped back
to my mother’s garden
patched with sunlight:
rosemary, lavender and thyme
bee-stung with camomile
the small white flowers
of that Elizabethan herb
‘mignonette’, a name
to conjure dainty love
small secret kisses
demure eyes and smile
the dance of light
and a faint fragrance
a touch of petals
on my cheek
~ Joanna M. Weston
Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published […]
wheels turn in rhythm
sounding crisp on hard-packed rocks
leaving town noises muted
while thundering water
rushes on ragged river stones
the falls
enticing
perilous if I lean to look
my balance precarious
on this new pink bike
bought in my seventieth year
the sun dapples leaf patterns
on my shoulders
a deer arches across the path
a dragon fly competes for best time
tree to tree
making me smile
a butterfly […]
Blood collection, talk of drugs
with names mysteriously
rooted in the unpronounceable
in this place; glaring in its whiteness
seeming otherworldly, far removed
from earlier today on the dirt path
that wanders by the wharfs where
feral tomcats sun themselves and mothers
have brief respite to lick their ragged fur
as playful offspring tumble among rocks
and skitter off to hide from any hint of […]
Place them gently one on one on one
an inch deep and same apart for spinach
sprinkle lettuce light and similarly cover
not too deep, not too close but sparse is what
the rows seem, too distant and forlorn
on this grey soggy day of boot-stick earth
but with the silent secret only seen
from the vantage point of time lapsed
the space […]
For the summer months, blue skies poetry will be moving to a once per week schedule, in large part to allow this editor to enjoy more time outdoors! Watch for a new poem each Thursday.
While I have lots of interesting new work lined up, there are still several gaps in the summer schedule. Submissions of […]
