Form: Spenserian Sonnet
We sing and dance to celebrate the dawn,
the early dawn of day and summer sun,
as Gods of sun and feasting greet the morn,
this blessed morning light greets the Pagan.
The Pagan heart recalls the oldest one,
one circle turns towards the longest day,
in days of old when nature's tale begun,
beginning with no end, the circles stay.
To stay amid the Stones as pipers play,
and playful drumbeats echo through the ground,
a groundless fiddle sings to lead the way,
a way to pass along the Solstice sound.
The sounds of poets scribing for the night,
this night when stories set the world alight