Persephone's Cadence

With Spring things start new

Flowers separated by the cold of the latter months peek from behind their ice capped tips

Blow a little breath to clear the mist

Shake lightly to brush off the frost

And gaze at the warmth of the Sun

recalling how last Spring

it used to shine slightly brighter

And dew settles on their petals-

Tears of the morning

Taking in the light that seems toned down

Hushed by the cold

Dampened by the rain

Nipped by the cold of the latter months

and the Spring that some months ago

promised birds chirping and rainbows arching

seems oddly silent today

But it’s no matter

for the sun has only just woken from its slumber

It too needs time to fully rise

So once it reclaims its place at the tip of the sky

The mist will clear

The dew shall disperse

The flowers will bloom again

And the cold of the latter months

Will long be forgotten.