Saturday, September 18, 2010

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 
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. 

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