When the whole world measured time
in light and dark, descent and climb,
civilisation was still new
my child, an infant just like you.
One drab June, we wandered ancient grounds,
round rain-soaked prehistoric mounds,
counting a nursery rhyme of stones.
We imagined thousands of dawns
and shadows pierced by shafts of light –
the zenith reached on midsummer night.

the solstice cycle
freewheels through hot summer days
brakes into darkness

Kim M. Russell, 21^st June 2018

J.M.W. Turner (1775-1851), “Stonehenge at Daybreak” 

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Couplets for the Solstice

Today is the summer solstice and Frank would like us to write couplets for the solstice, which links back to a similar prompt from 2011 by Gay Reiser Cannon.

Frank reminds us that it’s that time of year again, when the Sun’s trending to either its highest or its lowest position in the…