&

[analogvixen]

Persephone speaks:

Ah, sweet child
funny how the years
will melt down

into tire ruts
and foot prints
sucked hollow
in the mud

this is all
seasonal,
girl
&
i know
you know this
clearer
than anything

the harvest
is a whisper now,
but you can make out
its heartbeat
muffled
drum

ah yes,
love

you will
bloom this blue
deeper
than the bitter turn

rusted yellow cattails
give up their seeds
& I watched you
watch them
trip across the snow

beauty
is trembling
to be kissed

& I will
rise again,
sweet children

yes

small gods
of serpentine
& wet russet earth,

yes