At the end of summer,
I carefully collect the whitened dandelions
that escaped my sharp weeding trowel.
I save them for a night
when the sun is almost gone
when I send their seedling wish bearers up
into the sky with puff upon puff
of breath until all the stems are empty
and my white bits of promise have
reached the sky where
people all over the world, even
where there are no sunflowers,
can look up and wish upon them.
Joan Leotta tells stories on page and stage. Her poems, essays, articles, and short stories have been or are forthcoming in Visual Vee, Verse Virtual, Plague Papers, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Pine Song and others . She has been a Tupelo 30/30 writer and a Gilbert Chappell Fellow.
She performs personal and folk tales of food, family, and strong women in libraries, at schools, in museums and at festivals. To relax and think up new tales she walks the beach, collecting shells.You can connect with her on Facebook. Joan Leotta.
She has four poetry books in print (or online). Languid Lusciousness with Lemon (Finishing Line Press), Nature’s Gifts online with Stanzaic Stylings, Dancing Under the Moon, and Morning by Morning, mini-chapbooks with Origami Press.
She performs personal and folk tales of food, family, and strong women in libraries, at schools, in museums and at festivals. To relax and think up new tales she walks the beach, collecting shells.You can connect with her on Facebook. Joan Leotta.
She has four poetry books in print (or online). Languid Lusciousness with Lemon (Finishing Line Press), Nature’s Gifts online with Stanzaic Stylings, Dancing Under the Moon, and Morning by Morning, mini-chapbooks with Origami Press.
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- Summer’s End - 29th October 2021