Winter Solstice Chant

By Annie Finch b. 1956 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.

Annie Finch, “Winter Solstice Chant” from Calendars, published by Tupelo Press. Copyright © 2003 by Annie Finch. Reprinted by permission of the author.

Source: Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003)

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Poet Annie Finch b. 1956

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Nature, Winter