Persephone's Gift

Seeing the earth wake up once more,

Dreaming of brighter days filled with sun,

Feeling the beauty straight through to the core,

Yes, this is the time, the spring has begun.

The small pink buds on the new cherry trees,

The silver horizon and babbling brook,

The looming mountains and gently blowing breeze,

I couldn't see it all in the first gaze that I took.

While the icy cold winter is a dark greenish black,

And cabin fever, mud, and slush have arrived,

The season has come; there is no looking back,

The world without it cannot be contrived.

Now all of the little signs will appear,

And we know that Persephone was good to us this year.