Paitent, Wait the Harvest

As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest, These distant fields furrow with guided fracture Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade Virtues the gauge in which patience decides, Miniscule the remnants with featureless serenity. (Demeter) When serenity further ventures availing hope? Reminiscing confines a good past as undone! Full quota the hearsay rumours have it false, Alas, it is not! Had I reined her close, it might. What patience has to honour, bereavement has none Add Persephone’s quandary to the spectroscope, Your purpose replies with a synopsis of course Where underworlds design a stark reality to some. (Views the harvest) A penchant of well being in spite of mixed moods Decides the mood, which in turn designs the season Therefore, devise draining soils to your advantage- Bale the thrusts of bittersweet as my tears became Blocked in by sentinels’ the adornment of brilliance Contrast with vivid twilight a beguiled revelation, As wheat-sheafs’ bide an arc from golden chariots Through displays, the haze of genial zephyrs brisk- Mysteries surmise a whereabouts to quantum leaps Exhibit confinement of spring to an autumn equinox, And as therapeutics go, bereavement takes the risk. ~ ~ AD (Mortals) Who are building nations. Treasure the divinity of Demeter to all nations- Answering to each nobility, her problem solving Storing strength, our harvest elations; Peace in our time, whilst mood swings evolving Bond the religious bridge for neighbourly suffice So we ourselves can understand those lands, Whose barren terra firma distinguish the entice Those future developments where trust expands, More as an understanding, than self-sacrifice.