How sweet it was of you to say
“I hate the winter too”
That the cold doesn’t enchant or beguile you
Or wrap you up in its silver and let you be happy
The tea you sip is constant
Unceremoniously the same all year
I could make it warmer for you
I could make it sweeter if sugar and warm water could solve things
It was like the breeze blew you in
Through the chiming frosted doors
To tell me that “even the winter…”
You’re a kind of snow that warms me
Darling, precious you had something to tell me
If it weren’t for the winter
We wouldn’t have spring
And now I can wait