The White Winter Sun (12 December 2025)

The silence of Winter has come_ 
and everywhere my mystic’s pallet 
is coloured in Plum Delight, 
tinctured of a Mulberry-Sugared Sight. 
The White Sun of Winter has come_ 
infusing silence into life’s rounds. 
And so I walk amongst naked trees, 
my thoughts adorned_ 
        of Cranberried prophecies.                                1


The White Sun of Winter has come 
to grace us with its silent hum_ 
striating the skies above with beams 
like icicle flares in a dream’s speculum. 
Patterning the woodland floor so solemn, 
white light pierces tangled copses, 
tickling the misguided cares of mortals; 
        chilling our hidden fears_ 
rendering them out as dis-spelled sums.                    2

Hear ye_ the ancient invocation:
“Wait ye now upon New Sun’s Advent.”                      3

So mote it be.

- Edward Whittier, drummer for 
“Llewellyn Rock”[1]

 

 

  

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[1] Edward Whittier is a fictional character in my stories; he lives on Deer Hill with his family.  I left this poem 'attributed' to him, as that is how it is in a soon (I hope) to be published text: The Whittier Yule Calendar.  He is the main character in “Drumming Up the Pookah” (25 March 2024), posted here at Blogger, as well as having been a main character in my novel of 'strange tales' called Ham Farir: The Fairing of Matthew Thorin Dier.  He will also be a main character in a new dialogue I hope to publish (someday) called Musing Wordsworth: A Night’s Engagement with ‘The Idiot Boy’; A Dialogue in Nine Acts [Friday, 20 June 1997, Full Moon].