Waiting for Persephone

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Below the frozen moon, fully round,

Snowflakes softly drift to the ground,

A silent shroud draped over the countryside;

A ghostly white, frosty blanket balanced

On the dark green needles of the evergreen branches.

The usual chattering of geese has quieted

As they lie with brown beaks tucked beneath a wing.

The frozen glaze of ice on the pond is softened

by the swirling, sparkling crystals of snow.

The goddess, Demeter, smiles upon her world,

content to leave it in frozen perfection until

the return of her loving daughter Persephone in the spring.