Solstice Song

Yesterday the summer solstice brought
us heat and sun. And daylight, endlessly.
We didn’t make it special as we ought
to have, and I don’t mean religiously.
Commemoration, though, that would be mete.
The solstice merits notice, I do think.

Summer magic, luscious, languid, sweet…
Awareness of a moment on the brink…
I watered garden plants, went for a run,
grabbed mulberries and blackcaps on the way,
washed clothes and hung them early in the sun.
All far from the highest honor for this day.
But add a gin-and-tonic, an evening stroll,
and whiling an hour away in dreamy state…
No rituals, no fires. Still, on the whole,
a modest, fitting way to celebrate.

Wikimedia Commons photo.