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