05 Sep 2016 – Persephone Turns Fifty

You wept and watched – the first flakes fell,
your Summer shelter torn apart
by freezing fingers – heart repelled
since Winter never won your heart.

That sentence, too, came to its end
once tiny blossoms graced the ground,
announcing time begins again
when Winter frees what it impounds.

A marriage of convenience then
(they shared a mailbox – not a bed)
between a sun and chilling winds –
some calendar declared them wed.

Hot summer was the love you thought
you always want, and whose ring
you wore through darker days. Now caught,
his soon eviction makes you sing!

But now the grand finale comes
as forests burn with red and gold.
No fear of getting stuck, it runs,
and you’ve no need of being told.