Chain of Women
Oct. 11th, 2003 12:58 pmThese are the seasons Persephone promised
as she turned on her heel;
the ones that darken, till green no longer
bandages what I feel—
Now touches of gold stipple the branches,
promising weeks of time
to fade through, finding the footprints
she left as she turned to climb.
--Annie Finch
as she turned on her heel;
the ones that darken, till green no longer
bandages what I feel—
Now touches of gold stipple the branches,
promising weeks of time
to fade through, finding the footprints
she left as she turned to climb.
--Annie Finch