S ummer - for half the year it sleeps.
O nly for winter's time to go
L ight coming from her sister's call,
S he lies across nature's plains.
T he solstice's locks that cascade in torrent
I nto the sea, sunlight for you and I
C aptivating all from the clown to the cleric
E ven wicked weeds whisper 'Solstice is here'.
