Heat

Even thought is subdued

in the heat,

thought and movement,

and getting too upset about anything.

It’s not worth the risk

of heating up the blood,

not worth the agitated state of unrest

The evening breeze is kind,

the scent of privet and honeysuckle

float on it,

the smooth coolness

inviting rest.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 5, 2015