The midnight hour of the world strikes hot!

The clock’s hands are made of glowing pokers

and the numerals are broad-winged sunflowers.

Time to seal the circle on the waxing season

Energy so high. Earth so bursting. Eager so apparent.

Time to give

Time to manifest

For soon the Season of the Witch arrives in waning robes

And we will ride on manifest besoms

Gilded with the last rays of this giving Litha magick