Litha

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell. Don’t go back to sleep. – Jellaludin Rumi

I got up from my bed and went wandering through the woods at dawn. I sat on a plank bridge across a lake, facing the rising east, while frogs spoke behind me. Then I walked deeper into the woods where other voices chanted up the sun.  Something I couldn’t see, whose voice I didn’t recognize, squeaked and jumped into the creek.  A bunny bounded from my path, flashing his white tail at me a few times.  Then he sat under some brambles very still, head turned over his shoulder and ears cocked, to see if I was fooled.  I wasn’t, but I didn’t let him know.  I think seeing a rabbit on Midsummer morning must mean good luck.

I picked some blackberries, wild sweet things to give my son when he awoke.  I picked some leaves and flowers: blackberry, violet, elder.  Then I drank some faery tea.  The sun has vanquished the darkness.

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