The rain runs dry as we make our entrance – an ensemble for Solstice eve,
Stretching from the east to the south a rainbow – that never seems to leave!
Building a flame at the heart of the roundhouse – we raise a toast of Mead,
Pulling up a seat of settling – we welcome the fire – where a smiling is guaranteed!
With the glow of warming – we are compelled to wander – called by the growth of life,
The Orchard pathway unveiling its riches – where the swell of fruit is rife!
The Foxgloves at their ease with the Bumble Bees – a buzz from flower to flower,
Climbing the ladder with its steps of nectar – the seductive dance of nature’s power!
With a fuelling of Mead with the Red Wine and Stout – celebration reads the plot,
When out become the drums to find their rhythm – when the gifted beaters hit the spot!
Runs and rumbles find their serenade in heart beats – when the passion comes to play,
Going with the flow and the good vibrations – where we wile away the day!
Sunset paints its name across a wanton sky – changing colours by degrees,
Against the moving canvas with its reflective clouds – silhouettes of shaded trees!
Forming a frame – shapes the form of the hedgerow – as it rolls across the rise,
With a wave across the field to the stream in the west – skirting the hills before our eyes!
And so the sunset dies – with a dusk surprise – in the glow of borrowed light,
Twilight comes and goes – with a touch of grace – with the fire burning bright!
Reminiscence remembered and through childhood eyes – the visions people share,
Tale’s and Stories with deep hidden glories – celebrating the moment that takes us there!
A Tawny calls upon the edge of darkness – with a searching in the east,
The Foxes bark within the northern reaches – as we gather for our feast!
Way off in the south-west there’s a kindred echo – with the songbirds fast asleep,
For a while there are Owls – calling in the round – with the silence layered deep!
The stars display their glitter in a cloudless sky – and the north-star takes a bow,
The drum beats whisper with a gentle encore – back into the here and now!
Celebration continues to the feeding of flames – with the arrival of the dew,
The retiring of embers with a glow held till morn – and sleep seems as its due!
Morning is a rise with the dawning of chorus – the Crows they share the news,
With the climbing of the Sun the day has begun – with a wake to clearing views!
There’s a well-timed gathering – with a re-kindled fire – as we breathe the Solstice air,
With a break for a fasting we take in the rays – with the Doves and Wood Pigeons there!
With the gain of momentum – preparation on the move – with a dressing underway,
The Sun it holds its audience and the breeze it lifts – and the Silver Birch they sway!
The central fire flickers in the circle of gathering – wrapped softly in incense smoke,
An avenue calls for all – as we follow our path – into the season of the Oak!
With the toll of the drum in a roll of crescendo – with the herald of a call,
With the expression of wording we head for the opening – with a welcome one and all,
The vocal shares the tuning of a melody – behold the flow of sound,
With the connection of energy and unity – where our feet they reach the ground!
We feel of the moment and reach for the trees – one for all and all for one,
Taking up their places are the spokes of the wheel – in the comfort of the Sun!
Raising a toast we honour our Ancestors – with a lantern filled of flame,
Remembrance is observed with the sharing of Mead – both in memory and in name!
We count of our blessings as we walk the earth – through the seasons of the Sun,
We gather for the sun-wheel and its highest climb – over-head so has become!
Resplendent in gold with the heat-haze of shimmer – shining with the rest of the day,
We follow the fortune of the spread of the year – where the lanterns light the way!
With the dying of the fire we welcome its smoulder – as we come upon our close,
Admiring the fires that circle the wheel – we retire in sweet repose!
With the Apple juice flowing with the dregs of the Mead – reflection comes to bare,
The Sun reaches down with a touch of the skin – with a stroking of the air!
The Carrion Crows gambol in the field to the west – in a chatter made of three,
The Songbirds and Dragonflies exploring the east – with every plant and tree!
The House Martins glide for the thrill of the ride – and catching up with lunch,
The Jackdaws and Rooks check their perimeter looks – hangin’ by the bunch!
With the needing of an entrance we check out the shed – careful as she goes,
With an absence of parents there’s no cause for alarm – the nest it overflows!
Tucked in the corner and halfway to fledging – the Blackbird four have lost their down,
Their second clutch of chicks in a matter of months – with a mottled mass of brown!
With due care and attention the circle is cleared – save the lanterns of the flame,
The drummers they take up a residence – with the greenfly dressed the same!
Finding a comfort upon the lush green grass – inter-weaving beats of thread,
Soaking up the Sun we let the rhythm’s run – until we feel it’s all been said!
House Martins gather in the dead tree in the south – with a rest upon its bones,
Taking in the view of the pond next door – with its mud to line their homes!
Back and forth with a bevy of clicks and tweets – taking the time to preen,
Moved on by a cluster of incoming Green Finches – gone as quickly as they’ve been!
With the turning of time we end our day – with a tour to say farewell,
Following the pathways – complementing the trees – where the blooming casts a swell!
Fragrant are the flower heads tucked up in their beds – as we wander of the eve,
Richer for the textures that have met with the senses – as we take the time to leave!