WINTER SOLSTICE CHANT
by Annie Finch
Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,
now you are uncurled and cover our eyes
with the edge of winter sky
leaning over us in icy stars.
Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,
come with your seasons, your fullness, your end.
“Winter Solstice Chant” appears in Annie Finch’s collection Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2013), available at Amazon.com.
Photo: “Frosty Winter Landscape…” by Matthew Gibson. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.
