LITHA

The crossing of days we await by the
blazing gorse; June's gentle

breezes smooth the unquiet waves,

soothe the sighing green deeps,

ere they hasten to drive fleecy herds

from the hallowed eastern edge.

The perfume laden air thrums with

magic, for now the Good Folk process

down the meadows to their sidhes. 

Sole the indolent grass now slumbers

beneath the gaze of wakeful

hills and the sough of elms melding

with the whisper of the waters.

Here shall we bide, in Nature's embrace,

till dawn revives the earth, 

till the Great God comes forth with

golden beams, for to shower his bounty

upon the assemblage. 

Forgiveness shall bloom upon these 

spreads, renewal and redemption,

as the Great Fire approaches his zenith.

Earth shall move lifeward, 

as the Wheel of the Year onward rolls.

Twilight shall comfort day, garlands of

fireflies shall seek His truth

upon the faces of sunflowers, for these

at daybreak raise their hearts

to their God, and at eventide bow their

heads in gratitude for His Light,

for Life, for the magic of each day.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image source:juliedouglas.co.uk

Artist: Julie Douglas