Zoochorous Diaspores (Acoustic)

Like beggar's lice and cocklebur Through which I reckless go Into my mackinaw you plant your spurs In hopes the seeds might grow The cottonwood has loosed its seed Into the Autumn air It hovers aimless in the breeze Finds purchase in my hair And I've been told That May's gone out to roam And now, the cold Comes creepin' in my home Now, Winter bleeds herself to death Some months on down the line My hair is whipped by her last breaths And green sprouts from a spine And Heaven is a blue-flag iris comin' up As mosses make an empire of the well Salvation is the blooming of the buttercups The good marsh-marigold I love so well And soon, the cold Might leave this house alone 'Cause I've been told That May is comin' home