It is easier by far to fall in love in winter.
Beneath a sodium street lamp in the cold
Or beneath the bare branches of a birch tree,
Couples confess their feelings more freely.
We look for comfort and we often find it –
Sometimes only for the one night
Or for a momentary glance on the train.
We’ve been longing to walk hand in gloved hand
Along a river bank strung with lights,
To utter clouds of warm affection on cold nights,
To sit before a fire with head on shoulder warming our feet.
It is easier for love to blossom in winter with visions this sweet.