Laura Bailey Instagram – 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
By Annie Finch
Turner’s wilds, Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Sleigh,
the library of La Pausa.
Solitude & celebration,
a movie a day,
and on the road again.
🤍 | Posted on 22/Dec/2025 09:35:58
