March

by Peter Saint-Andre

In like a lion, out like a lamb
That's how our love has been
Storm and passion, sky of fire
Howling wind and cry of lyre
Signifying nothing but the future green
Of something more than what might have been
Of something more than the present sham

Some there are who celebrate spring
They love its promise and the things it will bring
But they forget how inconstant the spring can be
And that becoming is not yet to be
And February's lonesome beauty
Its cloudless skies and sun reflected low
From furrowed fields and dunes of snow
Blinding eyes but inspiring soul

March is a mess
A necessary experiment
Thankful it came, thankful it went
A necessary experiment
The season of mud and wading
Waiting for open fields and lakes
Snow and ice receding I'd surmise
At the glacial pace of love's demise

April showers bring May flowers
What do May flowers bring?
April showers bring May flowers
What do May flowers bring?


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