A Winter Solstice Song
When I was a girl I made a wish on the wind,
watched it bend the grasses in the fields and
chase the leaves from the trees
in search of…
Today we have flung open the doors,
washed the steps with rain
brought here by a northern wind.
The candles whisper in foreign phrases,
flickering words that we have come to speak,
tendered by mossy thoughts,
keeping
us warm on this
long and dark winter night.
--Rosemarie Wurth-Grice
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