I Have Had My Fill of Winter

I have had my Fill with the Lifelessness of Winter I have had my fill of this winter, The lifelessness in its frost; Fingers stiff, face pale. It’s cold pain in the bone To the black and blue bruise Of a cracked thumbnail. Huddled in black overcoats And breathing out smoke; It must be hard for mourners Lowering loved one’s into the bone white earth In the dead of winter, in wooden coffins, arms folded, As if they could still feel the cold... John Tansey Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey