MIDWESTERN SUMMER by Erin Schalk

Jade leaves rustle as a soft wind whispers,

then crescendos to a swift gust, while

an indigo sky shifts to sharp yellow-green.

Today, I failed to check the forecast,

but I remember my mother’s warning:

lime-hued heavens can only mean —

I glance overhead, as

inky cotton clouds form

into treacherously swirling twisters!

With winds whipping at my back,

I rush to shelter just in time

to weather another storm.