Now that the winter is here
And everything's changed
And the days barely start;
Now that the layers of my clothes
Are breached by the wind
And that wind troubles my bones
Empty thin branches reach in to the sky
And a melancholy feeling enters my life
And does not leave
The grey river flows at high tide
As I walk by the church
In the park, just before sunset;
As Boreas sweeps through the streets
I brace myself constantly
To the ice driving inwards
I see snow fall at night
See it shine in the morning
Thaw for a while and harden
By evening in its twilit world
In the fire light, in the fires heat
The shadows hang
In this blue room;
In these bare, bitter months
That drag long and slow
Towards growth
I often consider what changes I'd make
And whether love could bring heat
That could last through the razor sharp cold
Love like hot coals
Could she raise my eyes up from the ground
Raise my eyes up from the ground
And hold me through these winter nights?