Solstice Sunrise

[icysilverthread]

Alight with flame, the flag-unfurling dawn

With radiance claims the day and year reborn.

Arise! Awake! Red-gold heralds of the morn

Strike on cold stone to spark the air anon,

Kindling new light that now the night has gone.

Triumphant rings the cracking ice’s horn.

And shadows fade from every rose and thorn

As dark slips out with but a silent yawn.

The frosted air with gladness rings aloud

And warms the western hills with shafts of gold,

Revealing wilds to the edge of sight.

And in the east, the quiet sand-streaked cloud

Hangs breathless at the threshold in the cold.

Welcome, and well come, in morning’s light.