Ides of March

A gusty portent hope to amend Marches blustery winds descend Shearing the surface of its trite dividend Silting innocent souls with bleary stipend Chilling tides with thawing hearts contend Spring's nuanced rhythms to ruefully bend Mercurial shadows peace to rend New years good will to rescind Fate's jading shield doth wend Each fortuitous yield to suspend Chilling residual; dark clouds cerebrally suspend Briny misery o'er resilient hearts to append