After Epiphany 1
Epiphany is the door into winter
Into those bleak, grey days, into the cold
When time itself is huddled in the dark
Asleep, suspended in the drifting mist
In clouds of icy mist among the trees
Above the somnolent, shivering earth
The brief, pale sun in silence disappears
The moon in silence rises high to watch
Over a world asleep until far spring
Epiphany is the door into winter
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
After Epiphany 1
Epiphany is the door into winter
Into those bleak, grey days, into the cold
When time itself is huddled in the dark
Asleep, suspended in the drifting mist
In clouds of icy mist among the trees
Above the somnolent, shivering earth
The brief, pale sun in silence disappears
The moon in silence rises high to watch
Over a world asleep until far spring
Epiphany is the door into winter