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SE Reimer Dec 2015
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solstice = sun stopped; in the case of winter solstice,
the moment when the sun ceases its journey northward
from the earth’s equator and turns southward toward
longer days; much like the journey our sun takes,
love solstice then is that moment of
arrest and redirect for one’s direction of travel
in life... and in this, the moment
a Sagittarian and Capricornian
separated on two sides of the solstice,
turn, collide and coalesce.


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hers,
the waning side,
winter's reprise,
calls to the night,
at height of eventide.
his,
on ebbing turn,
the sun's reverse,
together rise to step
as one at winter's ball.
their dance across the sky
'neath moonlit nights.
two in love,
in lockstep of
the stars above,
collide and coalesce,
their waltz amidst
the delicate pearls of
a Milky Way stage!
no more his lonely
path among the stars;
his heart she's swept,
to never dance alone;
her arrow sent with bow,
piercing to the marrow,
holds his life,
his very soul.
bold and daring,
her voice of caring,
soothes his troubled heart.
he, her promise, calls
to her adven’trous heart,
two stepping toward
a rising warming sun,
in birth that spans
the space and time between,
forever now as one;
this their solstice of love!

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post script.

*she (late Sagittarian) is the setting-sun-kissed, rain-misted huntress,
he (early Capricornian) is the rising sun's icicled traveler.  
mere days separating their arrival, though theirs could not be
more varied.  their births under different signs; his in the wintry
heartland, hers in the sun-kissed southwest; individually they are fire
and ice, huntress and wanderer who together have captured,
captivated each the other’s heart.  you’re not likely to see them
separately, but when you do, it’s only briefly when resupplying
their home, their hearth, their hearts. two making a most unlikely one,
but oh so surprisingly, so beautifully passionate!
SG Holter Mar 2016
Fooled again by spring changing
Its mind and retreating.

Skies are waterfalls of snow above
The white veiled construction site.

I can barely see the crane, blowing
Grey slush from my walkie before

Telling the driver to lift these
Two-by-fours that just days ago

Reminded me of lake piers and
Diving boards under tomorrow's

Summer sun. Today they are
Firewood in these eyes blinking

Snowflakes into tears that I wipe
With padded gloves, leaving

Streaks of oil and concrete on
Cheeks pale with winter under an

Icicled full beard.
Fooled again.

This is Norway.
This is where giants come to shiver.
Andrew Switzer Dec 2014
Fireflies dart through the darkness above us, while I run my fingers through your hair. Shuttered lids belie the most beguiling and comforting icicled eyes.
Spellbound by a soul so much like mine, I suffer when deprived of your soothing glow, the calming touch you provide, even while pinching or prodding to provoke a response.
Between the darkness and the light, you creep into my dreams, aiding me in my conquests as my ally. My muse. My ******.
anne p murray Apr 2013
If my eyes could have seen
behind the icicled frame of your heart
and...
the glacial pall of your soul
Then perhaps…
I could begin to understand it all
My shivering heart wouldn’t have expected anything
Not anything at all

Your arms...
were like cold, dead branches on a winter’s tree
who was I ...
and what was I ever to be to you or you to me?

Simply someone that you could use
and graze carelessly upon my heart?
I felt so alone and abused
You are so drunk on you
with coiled arms wrapped around yourself

I asked my heart
“Oh heart, why did you accept such penance
such selfish paltry crumbs”?
You ran, you failed me, time and time again
heightening my pain with your steeled lance

You were not a man of courage
So this time...I left you instead
Keep on running
Just keep on running from yourself
You can lay all alone in your cold, cold bed
______
Tate Morgan Jun 2014
My house shakes from the wind tonight
the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro
A-whistling down out of the North
from icicled lands bound in snow

The poor I see go back and forth
across the roads of my hometown
As winter storms engulf their souls
like bowling pins to be knocked down

Inside my home the weather's warm
outside a wicked gale does blow
I can't help thinking to myself
of those who have no where to go

I find it hard to rest myself
while brothers walk the lamp lit cold
As bad it must be for the young
it is a nightmare to the old

Tonight I'll brave the surly streets
who can say they know of their role
Perhaps we're here for fortunes sake
to share the warmth with one lost soul


Tate
Original with music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/486065/
Who among us can their heart doesn't go out to the poor. Especially when we enjoy the holidays as we see they are alone. Who can say with any assurance Just which way the wind will blow when we finally set our sails? I had a friend here tell me he just had a daughter and was so happy. Then he said "But I am homeless and she and my wife went to live with my wife's family". It broke my heart. How lucky are we to be safe and warm?
Sand Nov 2013
Internally icicled
I’d knit myself together
But the frost froze my fingers
So there unravels my fraying heart.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
frozen feelings coalesced
icicled emotions hang
waiting for the sun or wind
that she can be

to thaw them
or shear them
to drop and shatter
into infinity

her warming soul
but frigid nature
keeps my seasons
changing

her fiery beauty
heats me up
and she walks away
tilting axis, changing weather
NTK May 2019
Shall i compare thee to a winter night ?
With lips red as the most blazoned winter flame/
And skin frozen as death's cold embrace/
Oh fairest maiden icicled to you is my waning sight/

In your presence my perspiration's courses lay in frost/
Mind ceases function and blood runs to heart most/
Dearest maiden my spine chitters underneath your snow white skin/
And your sunless eyes shining light to my shadowy gleam-

Woods of fire burning ever so dim/
Puddles forming on slippery floors/
Ashes crumble to forgotten dreams/
With your cold gaze frosting unto me no more/
The freezing chill of summer
Succumbs my world as before
Liquid poem
Up to the reader's imagination
Winter/Beauty/Death/Remeniscing
Alan S Jeeves Feb 2020
The Busting of Spring
(A Spenserian Sonnet)

The winter is bleak and it chills the soul;
Ice and snow keep you clothed in full.
The frosty day makes its way after all
But the whole day long is gloomy and dull.

Near frozen sheep wearing icicled wool;
Jumbled together to ward off the cold.
The horse and the cow, the ox and the bull,
Facing this winter ~ the young and the old.

But springtime bursts through with verses of gold
Warming the earth with the voice of the sun
Painting a landscape with colours untold,
Lighting the hillsides when day has begun.

Now that the daytime is longer by far,
Stroll with your loved one, enjoy where you are.  

                                                         ­     ASJ

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