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
christopherjoiner 