There, at the sweet spot
on the Rose line
a circle of stones
greets
purple dawn
awaits
an old friend
with sweet anticipation
If you linger in the stillness a few moments
longer
you, too, can bask in the warm glow
of ancient ritual and necessary remembering
Happy Solstice, friends.
ReplyDeletethe sweet spot: where maximum reward is achieved with minimum effort - summaried perfectly by your poem... happy happy :)
ReplyDeletethanks, Garth. what a nice sentiment!!
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