We sit on the porch swing
under a crochet afghan
thunder
grumbles around us
lightening
sends the rain
driving down
chill wind brings
shivers
of delight
By Nita
I retired early and moved to a new community. I blog about my adventures as I explore a new lifestyle. I write about quilting, knitting and needlework, about learning to sew my own garments, adventures in the kitchen and in the garden, dancing, hiking, yoga...life is my playground!
Your words paint a beautiful picture! Thanks for the poetry!
Lovely poem Nita. Thunderstorms are so fabulous!