Beneath the Honey Moon in evening air
they melted with the shifting land,
basked in her sweet shimmering light,
watched a flight of gazing hares,
heard the promise of summer sun,
tasted the stalking smoothness of cat.
Then he spoke, soft and low, of life ahead,
of the midsummer gathering past,
of their joyful leap through Solstice fire
and children coming tall, fair and brave.
She shared thoughts of beauty, spirit, love.
The Honey Moon smiled on bright and full
and the Wheel turned and all was so.
Painted and written yesterday under The Honey Moon of June 2010.