Something is Up · Judy DeCroce

The air is heavier,
not moving,
filling spaces...

A wheelbarrow of hats
dirty overstuffed clouds hang.

Something is up.

Late summer can be tricky.
Birds, deer, move in skittish bursts
or not at all.

We are waiting.
Something that was up
is ready to fall.

Judy DeCroce, a former teacher, is a poet/flash fiction writer who has been a frequent contributor to Palettes and Quills. Also published in An Upstate of Mind, Amethyst Review, Front Porch Review as well as Writers & Books. She is a professional storyteller and teacher of that genre. Judy lives and works in upstate New York with her husband, writer Antoni Ooto.