A Poem

Fuzzy gray tufts froth around me,

Silver moon, violet sky.

Dark scatters of branches jumble with cold stars,

I breathe crystal air and sharp shadows,

Ice shards cut and ache.

 

Brilliant sparkles scatter through the silver,

Soft mist,  yellow light,

Heat radiates slowly from the pink horizon,

I breathe deeply of honeyed air,

The shards melt and dew clings to my cobwebbed caverns.

 

I, like persephone,

eat my jeweled seeds,

And plunge into darkness for a time,

But Demeter waits for me in her flowered Spring,

And I once again take up the light and beauty that is mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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