A Season's Lament
Snow and Soot
Dear Winter, When will you release your hold
on the fingers of spring? Your icy grip—
choking Persephone with chains of cold
contemplation—I long to see it slip.
And yet I relish the taste of smoke; soot
settles on my tongue amid the snowflakes
and my mother gives me a lucky foot
while a white rabbit (not so lucky) bakes.
But the snow must give way to the water
As death gives way to life and life to death.
The torch is passed from mother to daughter
And Demeter rejoins us all in breath.
Dear Winter, it is time to say goodbye
Signed, your most acrimonious ally.
About the Creator
Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
Comments (2)
acrimonious ally, nice
I love this...so many wonderful lines, such a soft feeling