December Passion

winter-night

 
December Passion
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It’s quiet in our home. Darkness has fallen early, as it does in deepest December. We cozy into the comforter, warm across our lap, gazing out our window at the moonlit forest. The fire quiets to ember in the nearby hearth.

Midnight’s snowfall shimmers through the boughs of old growth, invitingly elegant. As if spread by star clusters, it blankets our high-mountain meadow in crystal down. This night lay quiet and crisp. A great white owl echoes through the frosted cedars.

Lover and beloved, we entwine ‘neath winter’s window, with our dreams, and one another. You enfold closer, in gentle snuggle, a peaceful smile upon your face.

I’m remembering another resplendent December night. You, warm in my arms, the night we first kissed, embraced in darkness. Softly I whisper, “if it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant, as is our passion, my love.”

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rob kistner © 2019

 

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  • 25 thoughts on “December Passion”

    1. Very touching, poetic writing, Rob, that uses the given phrase so well. There have been a lot that have been dark, and well done, but this brings a sense of peace. Nice.

    2. Snuggled warm in each other’s arms as the snow flies outside in December sounds just right. You are blessed to have someone to share extravagance with.

    3. You’ve taken me a few weeks into the future, Rob, and I find myself looking forward to the peace and quiet of deep December. This is such a beautifully romantic view from the warmth of a comforter.

      1. Thank you Kerfe! I think it is because for so long in my life I hadn’t seen or felt it, didn’t understand it, couldn’t recognize it, felt I wasn’t worth it — and because of that, I screwed a lot of it up, and painfully lost and alienated too much of it. Then I had children and it was like a light went off, a bell rung, a curtain rose — and much of my life was express. From that point forward I began to feel … love … caring … need … responsibility for someone else besides myself — and love was born for me. And, well… I love it, and I love many people around me. No more carnage, no more tearing down, no more hiding — now it’s helping, and lifting up. Much more giving, while being grateful to receive — now it’s real, useful,helpful —— and incredibly fulfilling!

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