Solstice Blessings!

On Solstice Eve the Catalpa tree

standing in her slow moving dance,

somewhere between the

west and north corners

of the yard,

gifted us with bloom.

For weeks we had watched her,

slow waking, as is her spring time

habit.

Would harsh winter’s hand be felt,

we wondered,

taking Catalpa’s flowers

as it had so many others?

And then we began to see them

pyramids of swelling

buds

held jewel-like in the palm

of her heart-shaped

leaves.

One by one they opened.

Slowly at first, and then

many.

Tonight they burst forth

stars

bright against the

dark.

And so, the magic that is

Solstice

began.

Flowers, stars or

Fae ones, you name them,

I just watched

as they jumped and slid

down

from tree to darkened ground,

dancing and laughing in the fading glory

of the sun’s last rays.

Short work they will make of this night

but powerful joy they bring

those fae ones,

wise ones,

dancing with their hearts wide

open

to the world.