Poems and Poetry

Midsummer | A Poem by Shelley Nutting

This blessed day in June
when the lofty sun
pushes darkness towards morn,
Druids gather to watch
the re-birth of summer
through rings of stone,
whilst the Green Man,
that old sprite of the woods,
peels his human form
from oak and dances
through the trees and undergrowth,
spreading his fertility
and whispering promises of new life
far and wide.


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