The swollen
belly of flaming
June arches upwards
to meet the burnished
skies. The white light of
the North holds its sentinel
guard before its reluctant
bow to the darkness. A
brief interval, before
it rises once again
with a hard
vengeance
to bake
the hot
terrain
Fools gather
eagerly between
those great stones
anticipating spectacle
or something miraculous
yet June’s distended form
plays treachery, and hides
the orb of fire from view.
Solstice comes and
goes invisibly once
again another
victim of the
covering
cloud
Steve Wheeler © 21 June, 2021
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