Litha
We focus on Summer, the longest day of the year
We gather with family and loved ones so dear.
The sun has reached its zenith, Summer will soon change.
Fall is waiting in the wings - its colors to arrange.
In times of old on Summer's shortest night.
The Druids gathered mistletoe - for their sacred rites.
With a golden sickle the High Druid climbed the oak tree.
And with one single stroke the mistletoe was free.
Come out one and all - this day to celebrate.
You can join us by yourself or even bring a date!
There's plenty of food and festivities to be had by all.
But even as the leaves must go - Summer must turn to Fall!
May 19th 2016
Copyright © Tamara M. Kohlstaedt | Year Posted 2016
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