Midsummer solstice; longest daylight hours.
The sun is at the summit of his powers.
And Mother Earth is perfect, at the crest
of natures year; luxuriant, fully dressed.
Warm breezes gently carry soft perfume
from elder trees, bedecked with creamy bloom.
Amongst the hedgerows, wild blush roses bind
themselves to honeysuckle, stems entwined.
The forest trees show green of every shade.
Fresh canopies over each woodland glade.
While underneath lie blossoms pink and white
hinting at coming blackberries; sweet delight.
In cottage gardens stately hollyhocks
jostle for space with sweetly scented stocks.
And blowsy roses, yellow, white, rich red
with lavender and rosemary share a bed.
Meadows are thick with grasses fully grown;
sweet smelling harvest, hay ripe to be mown.
Where scarlet poppies, white moon daisies glow
and tiny heartsease hugs the ground below.
A time of change when Mother Nature surges.
From chrysalis each butterfly emerges.
Young badgers search for food and fox cubs play;
leaving the safety of their earth by day.
A time of beauty yet no time for ease;
sheep to shear and then the wool to tease
and spin. The hay to turn and stacks to build
and nature's young with stomachs to be filled.
Lambs and calves and foals milk mother's food
and birds of every species feed their brood.
A time when Mother Nature makes it clear;
it is the culmination of her year.