Wetting Day

Winter, Summer song & Spring
Autumn’s married daughters

Castles built of fragile sprig
Falling into waters

Fetch a pail, Boy! Bail us out!
The tides they swallow limbs!

Not this time, you hold too much!
You scoffed. I learnt to swim

Autumn, Winter, Old Man Death
Spring pedals line a grave

Gold and pearls adorn in vain
What money couldn’t save

Lining streets a solemn mass
Black coats and salty tears

Respects to dead deposits
Neglect to calm one’s fears