Winter Love
WINTER LOVE
Once I had a winter love, I met on the third day
of December Solstice of nineteen seventy seven.
The flicker turned into a flame and with both
of our hearts on fire, we moved in together.
Living together before the winter season ended
and were together for seventeen winter seasons,
celebrating Christmas, New Year, Valentine’s
Day and sometimes the start of the Easter week.
But the flame of our love still burning was not good
enough to hold us together, even until the next winter.
Went our separate ways and all that was left were
sweet memories, bitter memories to remember.
Now in the winter season of my life, love found me
two years ago during the winter season and after
so many years, it was the best thing that ever
happened to me. Can it be another winter love?
2/18/22 Winter Love Poetry
JCB Brul
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