Let my heart be soft,
let it release constrictions,
let me trade in my judgments
for innocence

Let my breath be full,
let my soul feel its expansion,
let me trade in my regrets
for forgiveness

This is a time of freshness,
two nights’ thunderstorms
achieving crispness on the second morning,
the hot thickness, for now,
cleared from the day,
This is a time for clear eyes, too,
scratchy opinions
all washed away.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2016