And while you stand and

Watch May's flowers

I have seen April's showers

Come and wash all

Of June's 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

January's torrid past

And October's son sets

at noon

December's thaw

Thaws something in you

Did you think you'd

See it in you?

Power to control November's reign

Though your soul's

Become shallow you have seen

July's shadow

And gun in hand

You March off to the wilderness

And through September's

Early leaves we can

See you through the trees

You lock and load

Through February's dawning

And in that lonely shotgun blast

We can see

Seasons past

But this time

The blood won't wash away