Dressed in golden rays of light,
with Father Sun stamped,
firmly into the cloudless sky,
we enter the dust-covered,
burning cathedral of summer.
With windows wide open,
the shade becomes as much
of a joy as the scorching sun.
June
After June skips herself in
everything is much quieter
in the ancient woodlands,
save the trembling aspens
in their gowns of green.
Summer releases her spell
and each bright hour lingers
long past our evening walk.
May
Shall this be my favourite hour
to leap across the Beltane fire,
a dancing May Queen
crowned in lily-of-the-valley,
circling with soul and song.
As light shines in every heart,
all things seem possible
in the merry month of May.
April
Let us open wide our window,
lean forward into life
and listen closely
to the sweet song of birds
as they join the dawn chorus.
Listen to the spring cymbal
being struck, aloud,
as the life-giving sap rises.