The sun God beams her rays on earth
Creating dancing shadows
People flourish with reborn mirth
Singing with drums and banjos
Warmer days set our skins aglow
Fruits ripen ever faster
We salute the dawn with gusto
While wildflowers fill pastures
Children hang their bright suncatchers
In reds and oranges of sunrise
The longest day is now captured
Where sprouts reach out to the skies
Dawns a fresh season of outside
Amidst vivid green color
The sun soars above to new heights
And fiddlehead ferns unfurl
Wearing flower crowns in dance spins
All souls warmed in summertide
Alive with birdsong and squirrels
Handpicked herbs are vased and dried
The north folk have a skipping stride
Golden sun forms baked in dough
Welcoming rebirth, purified
With stewardship, seeds are sewn.
The Capital City Weekly accepts poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction submissions for Writers’ Weir on a rolling basis and will publish them as space and competition allow. Send submissions to editor@capweek.com.
