So fresh and green, the rolling hills,
Exulting ‘neath the daystar’s heat;
Growing wild as Nature wills
The peas and apples, the golden wheat.
All the creatures born in Spring
Explore the reaches of their domain
On hoof and paw, with scale and wing
In rich warm sun and flowing rain.
And now we humans rest at last
By pool and stream and sandy beach –
And babies, senses growing fast,
Explore the world within their reach.
We leave, as though by starter’s gun,
Our homes, with windows opened wide
To bask beneath the lovely sun
And invite the Summer winds inside.
On this longest day of light
We celebrate the Sun’s ascent –
The shine of strength, the glow of might –
Before be starts his Fall descent.
And with the dying of the sun
The fields begin to ripen full;
The harvest will have well begun
As Sol shall feel the Winter’s pull.
But Summer has a lot of time
Before the wings of Autumn blow,
And we will revel ‘neath the shine
Of our beloved Sun’s warm glow.
Away have gone the days of cold,
The frosty chill of Winter’s breath.
We celebrate, as plants unfold,
New life once more defeating death.
© Lorelei Greenwood-Jones, 2009