To Her Spirit At Winter Solstice - Poem by Ann Stanford
Now the year ends darkly.
The sun drifts in the south.
Will it ever return?
And you force me in the cold to gather red berries
Up early in mist, breaking the branches -
The musky smell of the toyon -
Will this be enough?
Look down, spirit, from your height of fire,
Look from the skiff crossing the black river.
Call back the sun that lingers.
Shall I bring only remembering
Who cannot bring flowers? for the cold
Grows deep and dark where you linger.
And the ship of fire goes farther
Toward some chill cape of waves and darkness.
Hold fast in the rough riding.
o blown spirit, do not draw me
To those chill tides
Where I too cast my offerings
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