Twice last month, summer storms swept
across this hilltop as they skirted
surrounding ridges and overtook the valley –
a cadenced progression effacing twilight’s
lull of windsong and leaf rustle, breezes
beginning their crescendo, chilling
the suffocating heat as far-off
arcs of light become searing bolts
gashing darkening sky and evening calm.
Thunder crashes, booms, reverberates.
Dense haze, rain and mist drift
among deep evergreens. Perception shifts,
then bird chatter stills, save a Veery’s
spiral song echoing above waterfall’s roar.
Come fall, she will be gone.
Linear time cracks – shimmering
possibility opens – a margin in which
each moment expands the bounds
Julie Stuckey grew up in Pennsylvania, graduated from the University of Delaware with a degree in Business/Philosophy concentration and currently lives in upstate New York. She is especially drawn to writing that is firmly rooted in the imagery of the natural world and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in many literary journals and anthologies, including A Handful of Dust, Apropos Literary Journal, Blast Furnace, Broad River Review,Into the Teeth of the Wind, Moonshot Magazine, Open to Interpretation, Prairie Wolf Press Review, Seven Hills Review, Verdad,WestWard Quarterly, and Wilderness House Literary Review. Several of her poems have received finalist or honorable mention status in various contests.