out with the lamb, in with the lion
it's actually March that is the cruelest month,
the spring of discontent following cold February
one day warmed by a tropical sun and ocean breeze
the next, blown over and buried by a blizzard
the moon ends one phase and begins another
showing a new face in the spotlight of the sun
dearly beloved, we are gathered here
today, to witness the turning of the tides
as the ocean surges upward to the sky
pulled into the heavens with a new life force
the waves roar and crash before us
ready for the end to this era of peace
May might bring us the beginning of the hot season
where the cloud cover breaks and the sun consumes all
the summer of our victory calling out
pulling us forward into battle and beyond
the cycle of the moon never broken
but growing more beautiful with each rotation
and my latest fantasy has shown me
with my back pressed up against the wall of a chapel
green ribbon tied around my throat as you
shove my bodice down and lift my skirt up
the world as we know it, changing, maybe destroyed
as the moon collides with the sun