Winter Came Twice, That Year

In winter’s faded, flannel-gray,

I pressed my palm against your cheek,

Where rosy heat bloomed from the fray

Of winter’s faded, flannel-gray.

Chiseled by wind’s sharp soiree,

You seemed Bernini’s – marbled greek

In winter’s faded flannel-gray,

I pressed my palm against your cheek.

The scent of pine slashed through the air,

As December’s doldrums lumbered on,

“A la guerre, comme a la guerre”

The scent of pine slashed through the air

“Ne me quitte pas, il faut oublier”

The bread was burnt, the wine was gone

The scent of pine slashed through the air

And December’s doldrums lumbered on.