Mad wind whistlin' through walls this night
charlie, my dog, whimpers in fright
look at that sky—black upon black
, moon, shine through, just one small crack

ice pelts the windows—ping! ping! ping!
i wonder if they feel the sting
i ask myself, do panes pained bleed?
probably not, just hearts in need

i think of this window by my bed
gifts it keeps giving to my head:
shows me the stars on dark, long nights
through it my dreams begin their flights

morning it brings me warmth from the sun
rainbows, too, i think just for fun
flowers i see, red and yellow
waves to me from girls and fellows

shadows it bends as if in dance
on walls as i watch entranced
take my secrets, i whisper soft
into the night, may they take loft

ice, go away—leave us alone
you and wind go somewhere—atone!
time it is for winter to end
spring's just got to be 'round the bend

these thoughts must have lulled me to sleep
next i knew, in morning did creep
looked at the glass, none worse for wear
smiled to myself at the sun's glare

ground covered now with fresh white snow
tree bent heavy shaped like a bow
a daffodil i think i saw
pushing its head up through the thaw

i say my prayers and sip my tea
a glorious day this will be
so glad to be here one more time
perhaps i can share one more rhyme

give to the makers of glass
with it the days beautifully pass
keep it clean for me to see through
don't get out much at 92

which does the window symbolize in the poem?
time and life
sadness and change
knowledge and experience