Early is the sunrise bleeding into morning – clouds hanging loose in their fluffy pyjama white’s,
The sun shines boldly against the deep sky blues – turning the corner on the briefest of nights!
Time drifts by – to the vision of the watcher’s eye – where lists hold memories of passionate days,
There’s a welcome on a familiar theme with a subtle twist – as keen as mustard the Solstice rays!
A green haircut finished with its bi-weekly trim – greeted by the Gatekeeper doing the rounds,
Enveloped in the climbing of new Foxgloves and the undergrowth – with the fading of his sounds!
A silent Meadow Brown – flutters by up and down – touring the Comfrey with the frantic Bees,
A House Martin scrambles above next door’s pond – catching the bugs on the breeze!
We honour our day with a favoured second breakfast – taking in the smells – the songs and sights,
Seeking out the shadow pockets and sunspot havens – soaking in the aura of the Solstice lights!
Silver Birch delicately dance – with the wind in its trance – shudders of shimmering to the eye,
The greening orchard blooms – forming shady rooms – bristling shape and form against the sky!
A Red Kite sweeps around the westerly curve – dissolving into the ether on a north easterly path,
The roundabout for those who are out and about – glowing are the embers of the personal hearth!
Warm memories flow – in the Solstice glow – with a multitude of connections long and short,
Held in the vale and cradled in its sanctuary – pausing for a moment to suspend that thought!
Igniting the fires – signifying the seasonal desires – we remember the cycle of life as it grows,
The spokes of the sun-wheel – forming their structure – as over a decade of history shows!
There’s a brush with disaster and a troublesome technique – a quick in and out should suffice,
Burning up the air – causing a lack of flare – but thankfully with a smile it turned out nice!
A Buzzard glides north eastern through a gap in the trees – distracting the watcher for a time,
A joyous vision so sadly rare – so far this year – an important observation to record in my rhyme!
The lanterns all a flicker – in time they blacken thicker – sharing in the spirit of the age,
With a circle’s close – we retreat to the sprawling of the wild Day Rose – performing on its stage!
With the numbers thinning the shade it travels – while the authors they compare their words,
So briefly popping into view – Damselfly glinting electric blue – as we listen to the glorious birds!
Conversation meanders as the set dressers busy – with everything put away in its place,
The decks are cleared – handing celebration back to nature – with a sun kissed Solstice face!
There are private moments when the gateway closes – where the trails lead us round the bend,
There’s a cautious moment with an angled stop and start – as we leave the day to its end!
A low flyover Buzzard gives an encore solo – a farewell following to show the way home,
The watcher fulfils his brief with the views out of the window – and along history’s path we roam!