By on Feb 21, 2016 in Poetry

Icicles outside wintry window
the sun stands midway
between my hands

as I reach for icicles
from the eaves

while rosehips hang
frosted with snow

solstice bread
rises in the grate

I open curtains
for my lost love


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/


  1. Lovely and poignant, Joanna, both the poem and the photo.


  2. Hi Joanna from IWW! This is a beautiful little poem. Solstice bread and the descriptions are so vivid and then the final line – unexpected!

  3. many thanks, Theresa and Anita. I’m so glad you liked
    this poem.