Persephone; Empress of The Fall

They are living balustrades reaching out to incognito riddles

Hidden in the maze by branches arching with caresses

Where promiscuous light is falling gentle fingers to their pools

Tiny cloisters of remembering summers thriving as it passes

Pathways lead on arching in vaulted corridors

With the fluttering of their bright children

Commend their sleepy coloured carpet to the forest floors

Blessings for the Empress attending farewell songs for her season

Her crown a catch of sun fall flows about embrocated head

Rusty red She glides bathed feet dancing on a fluid mist

With a lullaby of soothing drowsy to send tired roots to their quiet bed

The blue bell flash of eyes shine promises somnolent buds their cousins will not be missed

Through the colonnades and halls pervades a sentient peace

As age-ed as the stone ring set within the frosted glitter grass

As creatures tuck their tails in the curls of winters invocation of sleep

This years tale of folklore is written by snowflakes as they pass

Persephone is wandering and in all her aspect changing

The enchanted incantations of palingenesis whispering kindly to the soil

Her memories of the verdant centuries in viridian awakening

And from her downy mossy pillow emerges with the blue bell

The farewell song is over it has gathered all to her protection

And the promise she lays at the ancient foundation of the forest feet

Her offering to their sunlight children who fed life’s diligent exultation

A salute to all the majesty of a single fallen leaf

( The falling leaf Persephone

  Her heaven in the canopy returns to the underworld

  Save in the Fall she is for a moment; free

  When all her beauty in multitudinous glory is beheld )