A poem for Epiphany

Alarmed, perhaps, by clarion bells,
The kingfisher lets fly
its gift of jewels.
The sunlight slips
In sheets of fire,
Pillowing our morning bed.

The Three Kings have passed us by,
Somewhere between Bethlehem
and the South Tyrol.
But we have Venice once more
And the magical, moated, bird sparkled morning
instead.

May I wish you all a peaceful Epiphany and a very Happy New Year.

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3 Comments on “A poem for Epiphany”

  1. Deborah says:

    Your poems just get better and better. I love your book, but it made me cry – not hard right.

  2. helen carey says:

    A jewel of a poem. Happy Epiphany to all!

  3. stew1e says:

    May you have many more epiphanies this year, Marc!


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