Summer SolsticeBrightness. The taste of sun on tingling skin
And scattered clouds in azure sky reminds me
Of the light. And in this Solstice din
Of blue and white and green and gold I see
The lightness of the Day, strongest now
When nighttime grows most thin, a riot of green
And heat and growth where moonlit nights must bow
Before the hours awash in sunlight keen
And sharp. But from this height, this Solstice peak
I see the year, and know this sultry kiss
Of bright must wane when Fall and Winter speak
Their turn. I walk through worlds where this I miss.
For now I sing of green and barley's gold,
Whatever may pass when this is fled in cold.
copyright E Glas Durboraw, June 20, 2002 - Gadsden