My Christmas season comes to a close today, on this twelfth day of Christmas, the Epiphany. Last night, my husband and I hosted an intimate celebration with friends in honor of this favored holiday. The house was ablaze with candlelight, as poetry and music were shared.
As I reflected upon the Epiphany this year, I was once again drawn to T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets—inspired by the wintery manifestations of the Christmas holiday. Both with family and alone, I was entranced by the full moon’s circular emanation of icy white light, winter lightning’s thunderous announcement from a distant plain, and my envelopment in a vortex of swirling snow. Each was an ephemeral experience, an elegant expression of life’s exquisite poetry.