At the Dying of the Year
by Virginia Euwer Wolff
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow…
—Richard Wilbur, “Year’s End”
We all have our circles of particularly mourned lost ones. As our hemisphere darkens down in this elegiac season of the winter equinox, and death has been so relentlessly in the air during 2015, I wave my own little flags of gratitude to some of my mentors and accidental teachers.… more