The mares out grazing in the morning
Solstice rises as the sun moves slowly down the mountain
So early she presents herself this morning
Soothing the mountain with her gentle touch
The youthful first light of day
The subtle warmth already present
As she brushes away the last of the clouds
Heavy and plump and pink and grey
And draws her fingers down the sides
Of the snow speckled peaks
Tickling teasing softly appeasing
Down into the satiated leafed hillsides
Lush and satisfied with the frequent rains
And promises us the full day
The full life
The completeness of her world