Beltane Dreams

Pink cherry blossoms 

Pollinating blue skies

As gentle clouds rise.

On a Bank holiday Monday

We’re free for the day

There are many of these in May.

Some of us are still bundled up

But a girl walks down the street

In short shorts: this poem is for her.

For the dusting off barbecues 

For first steps into gardens 

To drink in a space where it is neither

They’ve put out more tables outside the cafes 

And there are new seasonal menus.

Florals, The Met, pastels, jet2 Ibiza, 99cone

They will light a bonfire for the Sun God

In six weeks Summer will be King

Solstice — one dazzling thing.

But first, May 1st, Beltane dreams

Where light gets its voice

Where Summer is a choice.