The vast transparent vessel of the sky
is filled at last with light up to the rim.
The twigs and leaves and petals wave and cry:
“The feast of heat and harvest can begin!”
The days are still long, the sky is still light
and already strong the glorious heat,
the grass is still lush, the flowers still bright
and already ripe the sweet golden wheat!
Christina Egan © 2015
Those magical weeks just after summer
solstice are also captured in the German
poems Erster Juli / Eimerrand.