Solstice.

Dark times reign
In surly thunderheads, laden with
Angry cascades of hail
Heated gusts
Carrying humid tempers
Weather swings,
Violent as any mood

O Sun
Turn your face to us
We entreat you
Shed your mourning veils
Cease weeping
Blaze golden among the heavens
Once more.

Soothe the pained earth
Calm her weary skin
Drive the tempests forth
That the ravaged lands
Might shrug off debris
Blink at dawn’s brilliance
And heal.

O Sun
You who have presided
Over timeless marching
Spinning through eons
Oblivious to their passing
Teach us the dance of
Your shining.