Morning, after a night
mostly too warm for blankets,
I’m banking up on cool,
wearing my long, light, sleeveless dress,
watching the hazy fingers of sun
reach across the shadows

Turkey families with their
thirst quenching chirps
trot up crosswise to the sun,
dogs bark beyond the fields

The day will steam and bustle
and then bake, the trees will rustle
in the hot winds. We will find a way
to drape ourselves through it
until the coolness
on the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 16, 2020