When Persephone Weeps
Child of the evening
clothed in ebony raiment
Pale stealer of hearts
blowing chill kisses
on a slumbering meadow
frozen and colorless
The breath of winter
carries lifeless chafe
to forgotten corners
across a pristine carpet
glistening in icy white
No litany of scents
to sing of warmth
No whispering breeze
to play among
leaves and grasses
Just the lonely murmur
of naked branches
ignored in their pleading
by a callous
insensitive season
Thus does the world suffer
when Persephone weeps.
clothed in ebony raiment
Pale stealer of hearts
blowing chill kisses
on a slumbering meadow
frozen and colorless
The breath of winter
carries lifeless chafe
to forgotten corners
across a pristine carpet
glistening in icy white
No litany of scents
to sing of warmth
No whispering breeze
to play among
leaves and grasses
Just the lonely murmur
of naked branches
ignored in their pleading
by a callous
insensitive season
Thus does the world suffer
when Persephone weeps.