Love in Winter

It is easier by far to fall in love in winter.

Beneath a misty street lamp in the cold or beneath the now bare branches of a birch tree –

Couples confess their feelings more freely in the dark.

We look for comfort and, often, we find it,

Even if only for one night of skin next to skin or a momentary glance on the train

Lord, how we’ve been longing to walk hand in gloved hand in the half-snow, half-rain,

Along a river bank strung with lights

To utter clouds of warm affection on these biting winter nights.

Ironic, isn’t it? How the loneliest time of the year forces us together.


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