The world teeters on its axis, Reaches that balance point and swings Fully into Northern summer. The bees hum, happy in the blackberry blossoms, Under a twilight that pearls the sky for an hour After the sun has slanted its way down. I breathe in the sweetness of the air, Even knowing that we’re past the zenith, now. I’ll cling to these days filled with light For as long as I can.
