Persephone

How the hell did it get to be September?

One week in, in fucking fact, with the sun

Slipping away a little more each day . . .

Yes, it’s a lovely evening, October in the

Breeze and yellow bouncing off

Everything as if the light were some

Cordial of lemon and honey specially

Concocted to make the sting of the

Shortening hours sweeter, that same

Bittersweet of pomegranate and

Those damned seeds mixed with

Demeter’s tears, Persephone once again

On her forced march and, as ever,

Taking us along, company for the queen.

9/7/2022