A dirty window I can see you through

Got to put this to music!

Pressed under the cold season
Whens more darkness than grey
Shamble to the window:
More greys than are days

She filtered in through rising flowers
Through blooming cherry trees
The sky suddenly washed
in Pinks and turquoise

Then that time became a time
Time became a then
After-which Then became remember when
Never to be time again