Midsummer, when we celebrate daylight, in leisure and fulfillment. Candy for kids and kisses for lovers. In festive for friendship, we dance and we drink, we find what we searched for and deep in the woods the woman, the man, vow in moans to the night, for fertility and for next year in March, already waiting for spring and equinox babies. Older we hail to this night, to the memory of skin against moss
after its leafing
a midsummer maypole —
waits for its lovers
Jilly wants us to break the rules slightly for today’s haibun at dVerse by selecting kigo applying to your local season. What can be more natural than writing about Swedish midsummer and the fact that many babies are born at spring equinox.
June 25, 2018