Solstice Song

Solstice Salutations from all at BBP (including Hap) :>)
Since our previous appearance on the Bay, we've been deep in project management, but we emerge briefly to share another song composed for our folk group.
We dedicate it to everyone who has enjoyed our poetry this year, not least William Stewart and, of course, our dear friend countryfog.

'Come 'gain soon!' writes Hap (;>)

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Slow and stately, majestic Sun climbs the cold sky
   in his gown of gold flames spreadin' warmth upon earth,
now the time of the end-of-year solstice be nigh
   as we waken from Winter in wondrous rebirth.

In his gown of gold flames spreadin' warmth upon earth,
   Sun ascends over fields, over forests and hills
as we waken from Winter in wondrous rebirth
   and from day to day part from the season of chills.

Sun ascends over fields, over forests and hills,
   in their barns, sheep and cows dream of fresh grass in Spring
and from day to day part from the season of chills
   to the upsurgin' age, when Green Jack becomes King.

In their barns, sheep and cows dream of fresh grass in Spring,
   blackbirds, robins, crows call from their feathery nests
to the upsurgin' age, when Green Jack becomes King
   and we venture outside without wearin' our vests.

Blackbirds, robins, crows call from their feathery nests,
   deep in woods, lusty flickers stoke velvety moles,
and we venture outside without wearin' our vests,
   rabbits peep eager eyed from their hibernal holes.

Deep in woods, lusty flickers stoke velvety moles,
   tiny buds form on oak, and on beech, and on birch,
rabbits peep eager eyed from their hibernal holes
   pigeons practise love's ditties on horse-chestnut perch.

Tiny buds form on oak, and on beech, and on birch,
   seed-sprouts start their slow crawl to the fertile soil top,
pigeons practise love's ditties on horse-chestnut perch,
   on the hill, farmer stands and surveys his young crop.

Seed-sprouts start their slow crawl to the fertile soil top
   now the time of the end-of-year solstice be nigh,
on the hill, farmer stands and surveys his young crop,
   slow and stately, majestic Sun climbs the cold sky.




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Written on 2015-12-22 at 01:20

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The word "stately" immediately came to mind. What a wonderful, elegant and hopeful song this is.
2015-12-25


shells
Beautifully trilled, lovely pic. Would love to hear it sung. It is an excellent, feel good poem. Happy Christmas to you and yours.
2015-12-24


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Excuse me, a happy Solstice *song*.
2015-12-23


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't know what form this is, perhaps your own, in which case *coo-dos*, because it is perfect.

It feels very much like taking a walking through fields and woods, full of sounds and images, and images you would see repeatedly on such a walk. I don't like picking favorite lines, but "Green Jack becomes King," is something I don't know, and evocative of something I might recognize on a walk of my own.

A happy Solstice poem.
2015-12-23