A new meditation begun on the feast day of Nicholas Ferrar who founded the religious community of Little Gidding, responding to T.S. Eliot's poem entitled Little Gidding (1942).

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.

Late autumn unfolds into the coming cold
Landscape stripped of October's blaze
Farm fields emptied of beans and maize
White roses made pink by fleeting frost
The moon rises as fire amongst the trees
Apollo attended by rosy fingered dawn
Clothed in purple, amaranth and amber
Ascends to a lower angle, a briefer reign.