POEM AND PHOTO BY PAUL MORGAN, CALIFORNIA, U.S.A.

Sol rides the highest and northern
Most arch of her journeys.
The soul of the year is the solstice
Tilting our times, promising to stretch
And lengthen the dark for those who stay
Up past dawn with the arcing stars.
Summer’s warmth trumps the play
At least till night again balances day.

 

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