The heat is a type of madness
Driving us to desperation
Invoking new seasons
With prayer and spell and forgotten, ancient dance
The heat is a weapon
Felling forests and sparking flames
Beyond our control
Beyond our fight
We long for the break
In the relentless sun
We long for the coolness
Of early mornings
We live breathless
Invoking Autumn
Counting our way to another equinox
And its return ~ Caroline A. Slee
