Summer solstice, sun at its sharp and bright,
Making for the year's longest day of light,
Leaving behind the looming wintry plight,
The day when eats into long chunks of night.
But to me bestowed with abundant sun,
Summer's not much of boon blest by heaven,
And Solstice not more than a passing fun,
Nor longest day means a rare fortune won.
Never is winter a melancholy
Of Northern lands that ever nifty be,
In summer we hasten to climes hilly.
And seek cool lagoons or loiter at sea.
And still, if longest day's shortest for some,
The best way is to hail them just as come.
The piece was penned on a summer solstice day (21 June) . The North when celebrates the longest day, for South it is the shortest one. North's summer is winter for south. Sun farthest from equator is still closest for some. Someone's night is another's day.And on average everything equals out. Mother Earth and father Sun are equal for all. It pays to keep this in mind.
Sonnets | 07.06.10 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem sir! I take the liberty to quote a few lines that I appreciated most, " Never is winter a melancholy/Of Northern lands that ever nifty be/In summer we hasten to climes hilly/And seek cool lagoons or loiter at sea........magnificently penned.....10/10