Demeter’s tears freeze
Coating the ground and branches
With powdery sheets of ice
Chilling white blankets
With azure tints
Piling, piling, piling one on top of the other
Where once Persephone’s flowers bloomed so brightly
Constructing her winter kingdom
Layer by layer
Somewhere that she may hide from prying eyes
Longing for her natural beauty
As she mourns the seasonal loss
Of her daughter
Gentle at first
Then rushing in a flurry
Ebbing with the flow of her emotions
Striking humans with awe and caution
Until it settles in the final storm
Unveiling her ultimate creation:
Winter’s first frost
Destructive and beautiful
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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