Advent, the Twenty-third Day: Macallan Amber – 1824 Series


Coeli enarrant gloriam Dei…

The spheres compose their starry music’s montage
To spin along etudes by latitudes
This day, the twenty-third of Advent’s voyage.
But winter’s skies resist such platitudes
This Yule – for snow like ash descends from leaden
December overcast. An Armageddon
Of angst is aggregating all its might.
The hemispheres of mind and flesh are split
Apart like rotten oranges and fallen
To false distinction’s blade. Yet time grows ripe
And night is brief; the hourglass reshapes
Its tapered hours – the way this gold Macallan
Assumes the glowing form of goblet’s bowl –
As diamonds coalesce from midnight’s coal.