Lull
Grandma and
I sit on the porch swing,
the rumble
of thunder around us.
The sky over
the hills flashes with lightning.
The air is
heavy with rain.
Fat drops
come from the clouds.
Puffs of
dust rise from the road.
Her foot pushes
against the porch floor.
I love summer storms, she says.
We swing.
Judith Kelly Quaempts
Judith Kelly Quaempts lives and writes in rural eastern
Oregon. Her short stories and poetry appear online and in print, most recently
in Windfall, The Crafty Poet II: A Portable Workshop, and Women's Voices, an
anthology published by These Fragile Lilacs Press.
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This is beautiful! 💛😊
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