Distant Summer Storm
I wish I could paint that pocket of the sky—
those daubs of yellow-gray
against the thunder-slate of cloud—
Lightning rips it open time to time,
unholy light that brims the bowl,
and thunder shakes some distant place
too far away to count the miles.
Above, the sky shifts now to darkening,
still bluer than the thunder-slate of cloud.
It speaks: The short night has begun. I wish
I could paint that pocket of the sky. |
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Diana Brement
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Diana Brement is a Seattle-based journalist, editor and poet who writes regularly for the JTNews, Washington’s only Jewish newspaper. Most recently, her poems have appeared in the Northwest anthology, Limbs of the Pines, Peaks of the Range (Rose Alley Press) and the first and second volumes of the literary journal, Drash: A Northwest Mosaic.
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