Hold the Patty.

Oh my friend, it’s the ides, when everything is vernal green

Can you see the head of a crocus, or two,

emerging from the fading ash of the winter ground?

We do not need to slog, for a new spring comes in our step.

It’s time to find ourselves a patty melt with cheese, but for me hold the patty please,

drizzle the gooey cheese with caramelized onions

slipped between two slices of bread grilled gold.

Let’s not forget Her winds, the lion and the lamb.

For it is March, I bet!