Winter Cycling

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York, UK (by Sam Fryers)

Some wonder if the star of Bethlehem
Occurred when Jupiter and Saturn crossed;
It’s comforting to look up from this roof
And feel that, while all changes, nothing’s lost,
To recollect that in antiquity
The winter solstice fell in Capricorn
And that, in the Orion Nebula,
From swirling gas, new stars are being born.
—  Timothy Steele, closing strophe to “Toward the Winter Solstice,” Toward the Winter Solstice: New Poems (Swallow Press, 2006)
I always dreamt about what she’d taste like
Imagined the warm press of her mouth on mine
Sudden and unexpected, but a welcome heat against my lips
My cold hands would wrap around her warm ones and she would sigh
Thawing all the frozen parts of me
And even when the chill had left the air she would keep me close
Whispering promises in my ear
Of warmer days to come.
But these dreams froze with the approach of winter
And stayed buried underground in the damp spring
Until flowers grew in the frozen earth
Their roots tangled with these forgotten dreams.
With the flora, our love bloomed from the aftermath of our darkest days
And there was no need to kiss our frozen hands warm again.
We loved like the summer breeze, and never had to endure the cold again.
—  “Find me, my lover/ and at the return of spring/ we will wake flowers.”
(m.b, a bluesey poem.)