The Long Winter Nights

When my fingertips turn blue, 

That deoxygenated hue,

When the bones rattle,

And teeth unceasing clatter,

When my nose freezes,

And breath falls in flakes,

I sit wrapped in lamentations,

Of sunlit recollections.

And brew a concoction,

Of strong meditation,

Mix it with a generous 

Heapful of introspection.

The long winter nights,

Anon a break in the skies.

Meanwhile, I ponder,

My place yonder.