Solstice night

When the night comes  
may my fears become as birches
and peel away as skin,  
may the hearth be harsh and bright
to let the light back in,  
the strings bowing plenty,  
giddy chords to dance
the bramble wine be ripe
in every loved one's glass,  
may the merriment extend to others
whether hardened or already warmed
may my ancestors come to join us  
in the circle we have formed.