SUMMER SOLTICE (For Nessie James)

The gentle breeze is shimmering

The leaves of every tree;

As Gulls reflect the light of Sun

Hovering high and free.


All bow to the wind’s anointing

Obeying the airy blow,

Across land and curving river

As wayward waters flow.


Into gilded clouds of sunset

A burning fiery glow;

The longest day departing,

Gone for us to know.


All life then veiled in darkness,

In hope of dawn sublime;

Leading to more wonders new

In onward line of time.


Monty Alexander 22.6.10


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