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