The fat old sun, having swept round through 263.85 degrees during the course of the longest day,
finally decides to sink, barely three degrees short of north-west
We wash out the day’s toil
and breath in the solstice scent
While noting the fly in the…
The boldest fledgling swallow contemplates leaving the woodshed
and the sheep next door wonders if she will soon be able to shed her winter coat
We spot a different coloured damselfly
Bert has a lie down
While Bina wonders if he will ever be interested in her
Gribin Isaf 