Litha

Sun stands stock still like a forge blazing in the heavens

The colours of fields and flowers woven out of its light

Where sea meets sky a heat haze hangs on the horizon

Teasing with glimpses of faeries flying just out of sight

The sun rises strong, but knows its strengths fading

The Horned One accepts His own death with His crown

For from now on till rebirth, the Sun God is waning

To the life of the land the life of the God has been bound

So jump the bonfire and burn away evil

Carry a torch in procession and bless land and home

Gather the garlands and deck all with flowers

Celebrate beauty for its sake alone

Sing of Midsummer's wonder in play and in pageant

Sing of the eternally conquering light

But never forget that the longest day’s laughter

Always lead us back into the dark of the night