This Day and Its Offerings

Cold blue

the Arctic sky

a wand of golden sunrise

strokes the cylinder of seed

swaying in the wind

(a frigid -15)

and the red-headed woodpeckers

faithfully appear,

the finches, puffed to twice their size

to warm their gilded wings.

The day is entered

before my dreams

have fully laid to rest,

such that I watch an icon

taking form, the visitation

of gold and angels and altar,

the eye of God in a snowbound,

merciless world,

attending ever to the gifts:

Epiphany.

5 Comments
  • Nancy Rappaport

    January 21, 2018at6:37 pm Reply

    I am glad you keep your birds fed and they reward you with epiphany !

  • Suzanne

    January 21, 2018at11:17 am Reply

    ….a wand of golden sunrise …. very lovely poem , I especially like the resonation of that line. It will stay with me in my heart.
    Thank you for your poem.
    Suzy

  • Joan

    January 21, 2018at8:32 am Reply

    Cold and light. And the light overcomes. Thank you Kathleen.

    • kathleen.hirsch

      January 21, 2018at11:18 am Reply

      Thank you, Joan!!

  • Anne parker

    January 21, 2018at7:40 am Reply

    Beautiful! Xo

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