love that blossoms in winter


the window is no less cold
to the touch – but you leave
your palm a second longer
to enjoy the knowledge of it

where last week curses
on the radiator followed
those grey puffs of breath
as you dressed, now they
are childhood revisited
like the amazement of snow
or watching the tops
of an amputated carrot grow
in a jam jar above the sink

you have become again
the learner of mysteries
the enjoyer of all things
no longer their victim

the glare off the frozen lake
is no brighter as you scrape the
windshield but you do not bemoan
you close your eyes and yield –
for this world is now your own
and all for a new love’s sake




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