Persephone’s Summer

Mourning those summer days of colors bright,

Blooms prepare sad shades for her mother’s eyes,

From a bed of flowers and noted scents,

To a musical of desolate cries.

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Persephone, your bright long sun kissed locks,

Reveal a song of sorrow and despair,

The land above darkens then dies, fear not,

You shall return home to your springtime lair.

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When in summer again birds change their tunes,

From cheerful spring to a wise aging sun,

They chirp farewell as the wind changes breeze,

When Into your Mother’s embrace you run.

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Tears will fall that perhaps you can taste sweet,

Yearning and hope under her blessed soft feet.