Solstice-tide

Gathering fruit in the Midsummer sun

Solstice-tide has just begun

Thunder threatens in the southern skies

Not long now ‘til the Oak King dies

Summer’s undone, before it’s begun

Pilgrims rise, standing like stones

Soaking in the sun to tired old bones

Look up to the sky, don’t tidy those clouds

Not long now ‘til the Oak King bows

Summer’s undone, before it’s won

Echoes of old, ritual sun-gold

Stillness walking behind the veil

All the ways of the goddess nine-fold

Seeing us questing for our grail

It disappears…for another year

[like Guinevere]

Solstice morn, drums at dawn

Gold light pours on the rocks of Ynys Môn

Gathering berries in the midwinter sun

Solstice-tide has just begun

Sunlight pierces the southern skies

Not long now ‘til the Holly King dies

Another year is baptised