It's the longest day of the year, right now,
And sunset cannot come any faster.
I'm not one of these Sun-loving Pagans;
Full of sunshine, inner-light and laughter...

A grumpy old sod, I am proud to be,
With a lifelong connection to the Dark,
So I won't be celebrating the Sun
In a garden, in the woods or the park.

It's not even one sided, this venom,
As the Sun does not like me much too;
Make the mistake of taking the kids out
And ten minutes in I'll have a pink hue.

Twenty minutes and I've turned bright red
(Not from any kind of shame I might add)
Thirty minutes and I'm burnt to a crisp,
So less of the “Let's play outside now Dad”.

Not to mention that plants bloom in the Sun
And release their yellow, airborne semen;
A fine thing indeed for birds and the bees
But this creature is left with face streaming.

So I am looking forward to mid-day
To start the longest afternoon there is
Because every minute that passes after
Will be a minute closer to my bliss.

Then ev'ry day after will be shorter
And can sooner enjoy darkness in bed.
Until, of course, it starts to get too cold
Then I'll prob'bly moan about that instead!