Just Before Spring
The Seed lies still, Her baby in a cradle.
Soft and moist, dark is the cave,
Deep beyond, below the mound.
Demeter waits.
She moves gently, stretching,
She kindles a fire to light the Land.
Winter is so long now.
Fingers waking, warming,
creeping through the cradle's chill cover.
Roots reaching,
Seeping, stirring, slowly searching.
Her girl, first and finest seed,
Lies there, somewhere...
Persephone sleeps lightly now,
Near Winter's end,
Dreaming into Spring's awareness.
copyright 2011 E A Kaufman
Beautiful words and picture!
ReplyDeleteThank you Vicki. XO
ReplyDeleteIf only she would hurry -- this cold and snowy winter is a bit much for all of us.
ReplyDeleteAh... never push at Momma Demeter, She will proceed in Her own good time. Remember how She had Zeus by the balls over this episode? A gentle request with a lovely little barley cake might just do the trick though, LOL!
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