Love on solstice

I fell in love when snow fell-

The winter solstice defined by a stolen kiss-
like when winter steals a spring day
and we aren’t ready, but there’s nowhere to run…
No urgency to run there.
We know what’s coming, but the best we can do is hope.

But it wasn’t spring.
I digress.
It was, quite literally, the Winter Solstice.
The day when light lives less in the sky,
but suddenly more in my heart.
And darkness brought a fresh longing for stars
and long, lovely, conversations
that lead to even longer and more lovely prose-
letters kept now in a box.
In my heart.
And kept now in a life between two people
who share solstices
and the seasons that are born beneath it’s cold.

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