Violence in Season

A resting Persephone
first with her hands, then with her mouth
orchestrates her awakening

She needs wind and water and the plan for spring.

So long ago she was dancing a field
first with her body and then with her mouth
she demonstrated the wind and sang the rain

She longed not for love and loved only to live

There are few facts to her awakening
first with her mouth then with her body
she yawned and stretched her slender beauty
she breathed deep and shed the tear that started everything.

One must be cognizant of the past
The dull fields of ugliness
The long lament of useless boredom
The violence that came later
The lost youth, the loss of years

An arresting Persephone
Her seasons can so easily destroy everything.