Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
The Longest Day - In Lockdown
I pity New Age revellers
Forced to stay away
From Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire
On this year's Solstice Day
But as we've all adapted
Since Covid-19 came
They'll have to keep their distance
And it won't be the same
On this the strangest, longest day
I’ll have a longer face
While druids dream about those stones
With me it's not the case
Now I am not too greedy
I wouldn't have much fun
If I was up in Norway
With all that midnight sun
But I like lots of daylight
And evenings that stretch on
To reach a perfect sunset
Now how can that be wrong?
The solstice brings no solace
For me it's summer's end
The days will now start drawing in
And chill's just round the bend
It's downhill now to Christmas
It's downhill now to grey
It's downhill now to winter nights
No matter what they say
Yet I must now keep positive
As I put on warm socks
There's only three more months to go
Until the equinox
And then a further three before
We reach the longest night
And raise a glass to celebrate
That Spring is back in sight.
By then let’s hope the virus
No longer is a threat
And we’ll all have a vaccine shot
But that is no safe bet.