Approaching Winter

Approaching Winter 

Twinkling lights. I remember twinkling, 

clouds resplendent awaiting snowfall. 

It's Persephone's time below, 

growing in power, regality. 

Friend to post-living souls, 

hearing their stories, 

sharing her own, 

from the above time.

 

Flitting about, 

we sing seasonal phrases, 

sweat anxiously in crowded malls 

over inner demands for a never 

remembered perfection. 

Children standing in awe below 

magnificence of glowing giant trees. 

Cities return to primal forest 

for an imaginary season. 

Telling ourselves our stories that 

Santa might find us worthy 

of that shiny plaything that will 

make us all right, make us happy. 

Happy little children, so Mama 

and Papa might be proud, 

stop fighting, 

tell us happy children stories, 

take us back to the Garden. 

Deep below, Persephone combs 

her silken hair, long tangly 

root 

core 

essence. 

Magical petals of bliss and succulent aroma 

lightly fall within the Garden walls. 

The flowers are sleeping, blanketed in 

millennial layers, 

reverberations of stories, 

plotlines thick with forest lore. 

Snowflakes twinkle, lightly falling 

drape long-growing trees 

peacefully awaiting their Queen.