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1

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.

picture of roses
2

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.
3

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.
4

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.
5

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.
6

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.
7

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.
8

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.  

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