Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

Perfect fall day

Crisp, crunchy, calm

Pumpkin bread wafts lazily

Fear of unknown circumstance threatens to steal this joy.

No.

Remember my Savior who will never leave.

He was there through heart breaks before.

He knows pain intimately.

Gaze at my children eating pumpkin bread

A gift.