The Warmth Of Winter The flowers won't grow in winter And the birds have all flown away The house is as still as a church On this bitter, frosty day Outside it's refusing to snow But there's plenty of ice on the ground I can see my breath in the air And feel the chill all around All around me the campus is empty Not a person nor creature to be seen Buildings locked up for the season And no bicycles parked in between So I go home and the pipes have frozen There's no heat and no hot bath for me Just a blanket and some bottled water... Just enough for one warming cup of tea So what do I like about winter? Why is it still my favorite time of year? It's cold and wet and dark And never does summer feel less near Well I'll tell you now, dear reader Why I love winter so It's really quite very simple And I'll explain why below When I've drank my tea and feel quite full I hear the buzz of the door. Outside my window he stands Hat, scarf, coat and more I let him in to see me And though the breeze he brings in is cold He fills the room with warmth And stretches a gloved hand out for me to hold I drag him into the living room And he skillfully lights a fire in the grate I cuddle up to him under the blanket In our world, and in our place And as we exchange stories and swap secrets Laugh and giggle at each other's jokes I know exactly why I love winter And that's being with the one I love. For winter needn't always be so chilly Needn't always feel so cold It gives me reason to cuddle up closer To the one I love, and forever will hold.