The Window Wore White This Morning

Lyrics

I woke before the kettle did
The room was small and blue
The glass had grown a silver fern
That wasn't there at two
I pulled the blanket to my chin
And watched the garden freeze
Each blade of grass a crystal pen
Each branch a lace of ease

The window wore white this morning
First frost on the old green pane
I'll hold my cup with both my hands
And let the whole world wait again
The window wore white this morning
Soft as a whispered name
Nothing has to hurry yet
The cold is only a frame

The robin on the garden gate
Puffs up his little coat
A curl of steam climbs from my cup
Like a slow and silent note
The slippers by the radiator
The wool socks on the chair
All the small warm kindnesses
That wait for me in there

The window wore white this morning
First frost on the old green pane
I'll hold my cup with both my hands
And let the whole world wait again
The window wore white this morning
Soft as a whispered name
Nothing has to hurry yet
The cold is only a frame

Soon the sun will climb the fence
And turn the silver thin
Soon the day will knock and call
And I will let it in
But for this one held-breath hour
Let the glass keep its light
Let the frost write its small poem
Before it fades from sight

The window wore white this morning
First frost on the old green pane
I'll hold my cup with both my hands
And let the whole world wait again
The window wore white this morning
Soft as a whispered name
Nothing has to hurry yet
The warmth is inside the frame

The window wore white this morning
And I was warm within