Epiphany in January – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Epiphany in January

Do not be enamored by blue skies and
fast-moving clouds, and sun glittering
on white-capped waves swelling over
the pier’s jutting stone.

…………………………..Nothing survives
its place—sand lies strewn upon wind-
licked grass— & tucked among ruffled
turf, dandelions lift  their heads to weather’s

warm confusion.

And, you are struck by
wonder, stepping into a natural scene that
has been going on without you for hours,
and you want to embrace this as if it were

only yours . . .

…………………………..Alas, alone—and
out of place— you see smoke, issuing
from a cabin’s chimney, inviting you
in to warm up by the fire.

…………………………..No one is there, except
a visitor’s ledger, asking you to sign in,
using its blue pen and the possibility of
holding this new year to a turned page.

M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).For the past 31 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.