It's "Welcome Back to Wintertime."
Hey, look! Jack Frost has come to play.
He laughs at Springtime's paradigm.
Persephone has run away.
The jade-green grass is cloaked in white,
and frozen buds are on display,
all wrapped in crystal, shining bright.
Persephone has run away.
Into the arms of Hades' love,
let's pray she does not choose to stay.
What can the girl be thinking of?
Persephone has run away.
The Dark Lord lures her close and then,
"A good-bye kiss?" he'll softly say.
So winter lingers once again.
Persephone has run away.
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Author Notes
I've been concentrating on prose this year, but after waking to a winter storm that has covered the grass and frozen the buds, I couldn't help myself.
For those who may not know the legend, here is a very brief explanation:
Persephone (per-SEH-fe-nee) In Greek mythology is the daughter of Zeus and the harvest goddess Demeter. Hades, god of the underworld fell in love with Persephone and spirited her off to the underworld to become his wife. Demeter insisted her daughter be returned and destroyed crops and plants causing a famine. A compromise was finally reached where Persephone spends half the year with her mother Demeter, during which the world knows spring and summer. When Persephone returns to her husband Hades, winter comes.
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