Meditation--Spring

The Promise of Persephone

Sometimes the buds think it's spring,
Bold pink and white on dull gray.
How could they not know the Light
That Feeds them is weak, not even
Half-Recovered from the Longest Night?

It is as though Demeter
Lifts the veil of tears
Shrouding the planet,
Holding--oh, too briefly--
Always too briefly--
In Her mind's Eye
The promise of Persephone.

--by Terrastel

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