Midsummer (Til Árs ok Friðar)

Into the solstice

the sun stands still

momentarily

everything is possible

but everything gets shorter from here

flowers, fruit

a tree, a son, a night on the lawn

up past dark

which comes so late now

grill, talk

oh Frey

can we guarantee food

and fine weather

for the rest of the summer

peace, pleasure

good harvest.