Zima Winter

It's so easy to imagine winter

If you're cold inside

Snow-drifts assemble calmly

Behind my window

And children's cries scratch

The window-glass with skates

And the frost-patterns are hardening

It's so easy to remember frozen fingers

In this wind

Red fingers and the raised collar of an overcoat

Yes, it's winter, winter snow-drifts

Signs of winter behind every window

>From the cold inside

And nostrils flared by the smell of snow

And smoke from purple cigarettes just like

that chilly smoke out of chimneys

In that town, that winter

And nostrils flared at the smell of snow

And smoke from purple cigarettes

Is just like that chilly smoke out of chimneys

In that town, that winter

And my transparent song

Is pale-blue like winter

Like the sleet

Like the slippery ice of memory