Carefully collected

In my metal pots and bowls

The gentle rain of summer solstice

 

I offer a chalice

To my goddess the Morrigan

In thanks for lending me her strength

 

Three bowls for the cats

Named for Goddesses, All three

They’ve lost their taste for city water

 

A line of jars

Filled with fresh picked petals

I pour, for moon charged rose water

 

Don’t waste a drop

My plants drink the remains

And stretch, beginning a new growth cycle

 

I stand outside

Dancing in the summer downpour

This solstice, I shall do the same