Each year this day we meet upon the hill

sometimes it’s planned, and sometimes not.

And each brings some small thing to share

a piece of last years home made Christmas cake,

dark Fairtrade chocolate and a drink of mead,

too sweet for some,

and Sam won’t drink it

cos it is the produce of a bee.

And we all hug each other and rejoice

and remember people gone,

and then look forward to good things to come.

And we are friends and we’ll meet here next year

if the goddess is willing

and all are kindly spared.

A time of year, of life, of love

all shared.

And so, together

we will watch the sun go down.

photo s. hussaini