The Ides of May

The petals blow
 So thoughtless of the bruise
 Windy sonnets sing
 Northward to their muse
 The looking glass is green
 Reflecting pools of gray
 The gardens bright with rain
 It's no longer so hard to believe
 The winter snow
 So soft as spring sets in
 To wind her winsome way
 To mountain shores again
 Her back to the endless days
 Full of love to leave
 So simple now to grieve
 Breaking through to fight what holds you down
 Swimming for the sand before you drown
 Filling in the hole you're falling through
 Sometimes pain just makes the choice for you
 Forgive me all these tears
 I've bottled such a sting
 So many waiting words
 That I could only sing
 And with you finally here
 The heady dew of May
 Comes rushing in to carry you away