Sun King stands still exhaling his hot toasty breath into steaming mushroom scented soil

pricking his tender fingers into cells of plants, cells of skin releasing musky perfume becoming for a woman

 

 

O solstice day , longest day, midsummer nights dream what do you bring?

 

Wild roses fly as Fairy queen Titania quarrels with her lover Oberon,

 

Druids croon to cool mossy rocks of Stonehenge beckoning the light at break of day

where are you Oak King?

 

 

 

Do you stand as still as the sun drinking into your leaves the strength needed for the year?

 

Are you harboring the green man, the fertile man, the sexy sensual man inside your branches. Does he  tussle the maiden as she passes

 

love the mother under his dappled shade, caress the crone in her simple beauty?

 

 

Wise women pick your plants today! That special medicine lasts only for an instant, the Summer Solstice brew be rich indeed in magic

 

my witches, my midwives my lovers, my sons and daughters who love the flowers

 

pick the herbs of the sun, the fragrant liquid light  of St. Johnswort, your water, mint and marjoram, your bitter herbs, your sacred herbs, your fragrant herbs

for our sweet full  summer solstice perfume, our Sun Dance.

 

 

– Skye Miller, Sr. Editor