The Day after Epiphany
The Christmas things are put away again
Except for this, one silent silver bell;
Epiphany has come again and gone
And there is no more Christmas news to tell.
We safely lit our way through winter's birth
And now can join the sun's long journey home.
The winter rains are waking winter earth,
And daffodils are stirring in the loam.
But first, a pause, for there are yet hard months
To get through, yet unanswered ghosts to quell--
Those friends whose laughter made my family once--
So here again I wind the silver bell
And let it play one last, lone Christmas song
Lest I forget to dream as days grow long.
January 7, 1998
© 1998, Louis G. Ceci