On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascent and return, when even summer seems to hesitate before moving on.
Sun stands very still.
Summer falters a little,
and then marches south.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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