Winter Love Poems

A year has passed but not July’s shiver,
  the bed is warm and in the air a chill
yet it’s not the cold that makes...

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Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the...

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I reached a hand 
Into the snow
The chilly ice
Once vibrant glow 

It's Winter's wish
A painful spree
The absent warmth 
Of no degree

Although I try
To stay alive...

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Burning like fever in the spring
our love affair was on the wing
then drifted away on the summer wind
now I'm thinking of you
how good it used...

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Tongues of solar flare  writhe  in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words  h a m m e r e d  in fire ...

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Each night I call your name—
and the floorboards creak their answer,
settling into the weight of waiting.

Your laughter breaks the silence
like warm light spilling through my...

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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade. 
Singing birds dancing upon your grace
Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you...

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In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.

In...

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Road work had been finished
for the winter on an asphalt strip
north of town near a nature preserve.
I said good-bye to the hotel owner
and he invited...

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The Silence Of Your Voice

   No new day have I seen since you went away, like trying to empty the oceans with a...

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What were the chances?
Even if just one percent,
I would redo the calculations,
Till my body turns to ashes.

The times we spent together—
Were the ones that made...

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warm
cuddling 
you and me
want more kisses
love...

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In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.

I am your big...

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The way you fold your coffee cup
between both palms on winter mornings—
I memorize this quiet ritual
as if it were scripture.

Your thumb traces circles on the...

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Before we met, you and I were halves,
unjoined except in the wide rivers of our minds. 
We were each other's distant shore, 
the opposite wings...

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