jani johe webster--(In Memory-May 2013)--United States

jani johe shared her unique style and insight which left readers in awe.  But more importantly, she was a bright light in the writing community, always ready to support others in their journeys.  I am glad to have been able to call her my friend.  Her words live on in various publications, continuing to be a gift to the world.                                                                                          Sincerely, Karen O’Leary--Editor

dancing poems

the sea whispered to the shells
and the mountains whispered to the clouds
the wind whispered a song all its own
    and we listened
        and we heard the secrets
            and held them close

we were free then
with wild swans and dancing poems
mist a dawn and rippling light
    and no news anywhere

This poem was recently published in Where the Poems Dance, a collection of her poetry and photography by Suzanne Webb.  It includes an introduction by her daughter, Nila Webster, and reflection questions about the poems to stimulate the imagination of the reader.