Persephone,
The Maiden,
re-emerges with
eyes as wide as the
sky umbrella overhead
to be away
from that winter
to have the earth burst beneath my feet
like a handful of pomegranate seeds
to distance myself from the despair
I felt at her disappearance.
The golden orb,
the laughing sun,
is nearly as large
as a little fingertip
held up at arm's length.
cyclic and circadian disorder
the lessened amount of light
in winter weighed
heavily upon me
Persephone,
The Maiden,
re-emerges with
my rhythm and sanity.
