Solstice Streams

Temperance and light reign
As ball pirouettes in favor;
Northern green's fertile breeze,
Lawnmowers drone with bees;
We honor gift of longest day.

Withering cold and gloom reign
As ball’s bounced out of favor.
Southern browns, plants asleep,
Discontent and boredom creep;
We endure the nil of shortest day.

Whichever way the sphere turns,
To Paradise or mood that yearns,
Know that moments come and go;
Live in each because you know:
Basked, balanced peace you earn.

It is difficult to conceptualize that when it is summer solstice in the northern hemisphere, it is winter solstice in the southern hemisphere. Using stream of consciousness, the poem is my attempt to work it out satisfactorily.

Happy Solstice Day, whichever hemisphere you find yourself in.