We traveled through the day
between the stripes of
too hot to think
and the refreshing cool of shade,
of deadly red lights in the sun
and backyards under pleasant trees,
and found our way through afternoon

And now
something in the smell of lake water,
still refreshing in my hair,
and how the late sun reaches in,
illuminating limbs within the shadows
of that tree across the street,
something in the prospect
of the mellow rise of evening
fills the moment
with sweet well-being
drifting on the gentle course towards sleep.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2014