she catches the moment of herbs
moon-high or tide-low
picks their fragrancies
leaves them drying in the dark
before they can blossom
into streams of sunlit dust
their patterns of wait
droop wither crumble
retaining through dormancy
echoes of last year’s flower
About Joanna M. Weston
Joanna M. Weston is married and has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle reader, Frame and The McGuire, was published by
Tradewind Books; and her poetry book, A Summer Father, was published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks are available at her blog: http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/
