Today’s Poem: Twelfth Night

Sally Thomas on the closing of the Christmas season

Jan Steen, Twelfth Night Feast, c. 1675 (Wikimedia Commons)

Twelfth Night

by Sally Thomas

Already a spider’s run a shining skein
Between one standing magus and one who kneels,
Offering myrrh. Outside, a too-warm rain

Pounds the early spears of daffodils
Who’ve rushed their cue and think it’s Holy Week.
Inside, the manger occupies all mantels.

The child i…