Persephone

The conclave efflorescence Within a verdant equinox Dancing in the fiery heat Fictitious to Our Glass clocks. And in this angelic indifference A turbulent serenity is generated and In the heart of this illustrious image, The smallest stem stretches grand. A gathering of flowers A “stronghold” on powers A sanctuary on grass And immunity to showers My dearest Persephone, My longest desire, My inner-most fear, My heart you inspire, Ring-around-the-rosy The fields are cramped and cozy. The passion plays In these bouquets The flowers blossom The flowers wither And grow in green and gray.