Yötön Yö*

June 30th, 2021 | Gerry Stewart

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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

First published at: https://porridgemagazine.com/2020/03/18/one-poem-gerry-stewart/