The solstice silhouettes that fly
Upwards into the night sky
A moon which wanders to impose
Its light source downwards I suppose
A long night stretches far along
The sun is coming back its song
May warm the cockles and we shall see
The solstice fires burn noisily
Crackle and move those logs around
The fine aroma of chestnuts drowned
In smoke and magic and who knows where
The flames will magicly lick
the air
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.