Is it my imagination, or does this December feel even darker than usual? Perhaps I am listening too much to NPR news and too little to Amahl and the Night Visitors as I attempt to bake enough to feel that things are properly festive. Or perhaps, like so many of my pangs and twangs, it's a function of age, and I should let this fullness come.
Solstice Chant | Annie FinchVines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,now you are uncurled and cover our eyeswith the edge of winter skyleaning over us in icy stars.Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,come with your seasons, your fullness, your end.
Wishing you and yours a bright and warm Solstice season....step into the pool of light that is Poetry Friday over at Buffy's Blog today.