light
light
light of morning
the fairest light, the fairest light
has come
softly, I feel its coming
night has given
night has given
a place to morning
breath returns and moistens
the grass the birds feather
no longer do I hide
no longer do I hide
gone into darkness
One more Solstice moment I'd like to share, in the form of a poem from a section of my website called "Found Poems", by a long lost friend, Joanna Brouk Brinton, written in the winter of 1973. I still find the poem (the series can be found at the link below) beautiful. In the poem Joanna moves, like stream, through the rythems of season, current, night and day, to the Sun's return.
http://www.rainewalker.com/found%20images/found2htm
And here is a link to Joanna's music, from a KPFA broadcast ("Hearts of Space") in 1972, a reader recently sent me.
http://www.archive.org/details/OTG_1972_10_25_2