LITHA summer solstice 

June boils dry, under blue flame sky.

Oak king gives way to king of Holly
At solar’s peak, the long dog days.

And on her summer’s solstice, 
She breaks fast and eats the first light
Rays of the rising sun.

And as the sun stands still
All look to the fight between dark and light.

Thus a god at the peak of her power,
Exhales a pathway to heaven.
 
Salisbury once a forest not so plain.
Where the gods cut long trenches,
That took the line of the solstice lux.
And the builders laboured, favoured.
Took the trees, one by one.

And later their great great grandchildren, 
Came with gifts of welsh stone.

To create the avenue, and a circular home,
For the first rays of Litha's golden light.
So summer could stay forever. 

©️ david/dai fry 9th September 2019.