I live in Arizona, so we don't really celebrate summer much here. But in other parts of the world, where Winter is a wet, cold, dreary time, they do. This is for poeple who live in that kind of place.
The Wine of Summer
Copyright 2011
The Little Miracles of Misanthropy
We aren’t bothered
By the twinkling
Of the great square of the horse
The smell of wood smoke
and woolen scratching
Hasn’t wearied us on cool times yet
Because we took our shoes off
When the days were longer
And the water bearer blessed us from on high
We rolled on the soft grass
‘till our backs were prickled
And we’d drank the wine of summer
‘till the bottles all ran dry
Cold Orion
Unbeloved
Caught behind the haze of sleet and snow
And no furs or steaming
Mugs or glasses
Hold the stuff we need to make us warm
Like when
took our shoes off
When the days were longer
And the water bearer blessed us from on high
We rolled on the soft grass
‘till our backs were prickled
And we’d drank the wine of summer
‘till the bottles all run dry
Come now archer
With the great shield
Pour the sun on us in molten drops
Let hot winds take us
Past the dark swan
To the verdant pastures
Where your arrow dropped
Where we’ll take our shoes off
Now that days are longer
And the water bearer blesses us from way on high
We’ll roll on the soft grass
‘till our backs are prickled
And we’ll drink the wine of summer
‘till the bottles all run dry (x2)