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