Cold as Irish Green

March is cold
Irish cold and green.
Lace curtains, stank
cabbage; hard sunlight, bitter wind.
Skeleton trees sunk in grass
Grass like greenyellow crayons.
March is a cold month
Cold as Kelly green
White sweaters, warm beer; dirty
snow, heavy rain.
It remains in the grooves of your soles
Like sandy sidewalk grit.
March is cold
Cold and Irish green
Guiness Stout, Blarney Stone; muddy
pools, curbstone rubble.
In Ireland they throw rocks
In Boston they toss back stout
And piss in the streets on St. Paddy's.
March is a month of cold
Kelly cold and green
Celtic cross, gin blossoms; rusted
metal, gutter rivulets.
Even the graveyard seems cozy
On the most Irish of AllIrish Eve.
The month of March is cold
As cold as Irish green.