Solstice

Solstice

I waited
For
Moon
Rise, 
Rare 
Honey
Moon,
Strawberry 
Moon,
To
Come
Bobbling
Up
Over
The
Mountain
Into 
Night,
Skim
The
Air
And
Gather
Light.
I saw
No
Color
In
The
Androgynous
Face
As 
It
Assumed
It’s
Place
To
Glow,
Riding
Low 
In
The 
Sky,
Matching
The
High 
Sun’s
Arc,
Illuminating
The
Summer
Dark.
I asked
A 
Blessing,
As 
Ancients
In
The
Past,
A
Wish
For
Some
Earthly
Boon, 
That
Like
The
Moon,
Could 
Last.