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
