On the nearside of our window

We heard and saw but never faced the storm

So far from the way we felt together

Remember how winter kept us warm

And the glass combs on the fences

The powder on the gate that heaped and spilled

Slipped like ash or splintered like an ember

Remember how winter never chilled

And kept us warm so much better than the spring

The bitter spring

Oh for weeks outside our window

The snowflakes would parade their perfect form

So far from the way we felt together

Remember how winter kept us warm

Oh for weeks outside our window

The snowflakes would parade their perfect form

So far from the way we felt together

Their melting had to wait upon the weather

Remember how winter kept us warm