Yötön Yö*

The fluttering ribbon of blue outside my window deepens but holds fast to the birches.

I welcome a thirst for black cherries bursting over my hands, blooded with the waiting abundance.

Beyond, in a rhythm I can’t understand bonfires blaze on the shores, fed by the dancing wind of wildflowers as the country eases back beneath the slow whirl of sky.

* Finnish for nightless night, Juhannus, midsummer