Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

A gust of wind rushes in

Unexpected, chilling

A sunny day transforms

To an eerie mix

Of cool gusts over a humid blanket

Gray, ominous clouds loom over head

Children playing

Parents crane their necks

Will this spoil the evening fun?

Bolt of lightning embosses the warning

Move to shelter

Say your goodbyes

Thunder claps to solidify

This is not a sky

To play with.

She exhales deeply

Reciting an affirmation

More breaths

In and out.

The anxiety becomes a distant rumble

The frustration lessens.

Opening her eyes

She returns to the present.