cold-spun days are dancing on sun away away

while twirling frost has packed her window paints

stepping lightly into bright warm skies like memory

her skirts lifting in playful zephyr’s daring grasp

too bold! too bold!

silver beauty is chased away till the south wind wanes

 

 

and while cold love lies deep in winter’s storehouse

lusty Persephone yawns forth – luxurious stretch of bud and blade

her banks spill forth a swollen bursting ‘cross her shores

wet promise of life floods the prairie plains in embrace

she draws flushed vaulted sky’s rainy reach toward her

future’s foreshadowed in the enmeshed earth and heaven

 

 

till every green shoot is birthed in the cradling arms of Spring.