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