Beltane Dreams

Pink cherry blossoms 

Pollinating into blue skies

As gentle clouds rise.

A Bank holiday Monday

We’re free for the day

There are many of these in May.

Some of us are still bundled up

But a a girl walks down the street

In short shorts: this poem is for her.

For the decision

For her calling 

For this summoning

For the dusting off barbecues 

For first steps into gardens 

To drink in a space where it is neither 

Beltane dreams

We are at the centre point

Where summer is a choice.

They’ve put out more tables outside the cafes 

And there are new seasonal menus.

Florals, The Met, pastels, jet2 Ibiza, 99cone 

Look forward look back 

Stand still, bargain

But time must begin.

They will light a bonfire for the Sun God

In six weeks Summer will be King

Solstice — smack in all one thing.

But first, May 1st

We are at the Centre point

Where light gets its voice

Where Summer is a choice.