March the Third

Upon the melting ice of March the third,
I ran and found your frigid cruciform.
How can I brave the spring, now you’re interred?

The evidence I found was undisturbed:
Your blood and earth united, mud lukewarm
Upon the melting ice of March the third.

A tale of vanished blades we thought absurd
Was one cheap trick for nature to perform.
How can I brave the spring, now you’re interred?

That killer jealous fir… Perhaps she heard
Your wish to dress as her, and to transform
Upon the melting ice of March the third.

I felled her with my axe, so rest assured,
I cut her limbs to burn and keep me warm.
How can I brave the spring, now you’re interred?

But hold, in death, if nothing else, my word:
I loved you like you loved the winter storm.
Upon the melting ice of March the third,
How can I brave the spring, now you’re interred?