I sit by my window and wait
Feeling all the aches in my bones
From rain and from snow
And cold winds that blow
While giving out sharp little moans.

A bright red bird comes to feed
Upon the seed that I've spread
From my window I watch
Him eat a big swatch
Then out in the cold he does head.

The grass on the ground is brown
The trees in the yard are bare
All is in waiting
Cold weather we're hating
The squirrel stays holed up in his lair.

Oh, where, oh, where is the sun?
That is my daily lament
It's gray, oh, so gray
Day after day
With gloom as the only intent.

I look out my window and see
That snow's coming down once again
The snow makes it white
The snow makes it bright
But the snow makes me stay in this den.

And then one day there's a shift
The sun shines warm and bright
I wonder do I dare
Open just a hair
And see if my senses are right.

So open the window I do
Expecting no great surprise
In with a rush
The wind doth gush
And smells of sweet spring tantalize.

Faint stirrings occur in my heart
Days of warmth lie quickly ahead
Of this I have hope
"But close the window, dope,
I have a chill," my dear husband said.

But at least that bit of sweet smell
I whiffed on that one shiny day
Lifted the doom
Dispelled some gloom
And soon spring will have its own way.