Persephone

Oh! Persephone, to see thy bright face

that bitter cold months could never erase

the promise of you! such beauty and grace

with strength, to calm winter winds interlaced

Your season draws near, my blood’s moving fast,

skin and soul craving sun’s first kiss - at last!

Desires unquenched, I am sentenced to wait

as, wrath reasserted, winter runs late

and deep into weeks that are not her own

freezing the gates to your underworld home.

But I honor your day with sacred space

ere your arrival can whisper a trace.

Come Lovely Spring! Let me smell your sweet breath!

Come sweet Persephone, bring life after death.

photo and poem © March 2011