And while you stand and

Watch Mays flowers

I have seen Aprils showers

Come and wash all

Of Junes blood away



Your eyes cloud

Your finger trembles

On the trigger of your shotgun

Like a firebrand in August

You find that you have shot one



Turning back you see

At last

Januarys torrid past

And Octobers son sets

at noon



Decembers thaw

Thaws something in you

Did you think youd

See it in you?

Power to control Novembers reign



Though your souls

Become shallow you have seen

Julys shadow

And gun in hand

You March off to the wilderness



And through Septembers

Early leaves we can

See you through the trees

You lock and load

Through Februarys dawning



And in that lonely shotgun blast

We can see

Seasons past

But this time

The blood wont wash away