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
And so, together
we will watch the sun go down.
photo s. hussaini