winter: fade to black

I should really stop writing so much poetry... Look for a discussion of David Lynch's new 'Inland Empire' coming shortly. Until then, a little poem about spring:

The Ides of March are burning
and the North Sea tide is turning
The evening sky still glowing
over wind and showers blowing
over rivers heavy flowing
The temperature is rising
which is not at all surprising
for the Ides of March are burning
Yes my darlings, spring has come.