278 - And so, with each day, we approach the peak

And so, with each day, we approach the peak
Of that extraordinary six month rise
That starts down in the valleys, dark and bleak,
And ends in light midsummer evening skies.
This is the time when lovers should make eyes,
When teenagers on street corners should kiss,
When great adventures should cause no surprise,
And all enjoy this long bright happiness.
But Sunday turns to Monday nonetheless,
And soon the party’s over, so to speak:
The crowd that the sun seems to tantalise
Hide once more in houses and offices.
The sun’s magnetic force is never weak,
And all obey it without compromise.
Sat 9 June 2007