Epiphany

It is the forgotten day

Buried by the Christmas twelve

The Magi journey alone 

Most of us back to work

To the calendar 

Looking forward to ashes

Dancing palms

A piercing cry

And alleluias at dawn. 

But this year

Epiphany dawns white

Sun striking snow upon snow

With brilliance 

And wonder

And we are left

With wise ones of old

In silent reverie

Bearing our gifts

Shivering

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