SUMMER SOLSTICE

The mountain’s green and shining

And white rocks at the top.

It’s the longest day of the year.

It’ll never be lighter than this.

I climb in good boots,

Sure on the slopes,

Proof against the wind

And bright against loss,

(These anoraks can be seen at a mile).

Behind me the sun slips.

I climb fast.

It’s the longest day of the year.

The mountain’s purple, and I reach

The black rocks at the top.

I mean well,

But I can’t climb faster

Than the world turns.

It’ll never be lighter than this.