I Have Had My Fill Of This Lifelessness Of Winter Poem by John Tansey

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 a loved one
into the bone white earth
in the dead of winter
inside a wooden coffin. with arms folded

as if they could still feel the cold



John Thomas Tansey