Here on the farm, I maintain a woodland
walk that I call Persephone's Path (Persephone being the Greek goddess
of spring) Along this path are planted numerous flower bulbs that
first make their appearance in March and April. This poem is one
of my favorites :
Persephone's Path
Cold sunlight streams past dark
damp wood to wake from frozen deep
the buried seed of life anew,
while all the world's asleep
Sap rises in the trees again,
and newborn leafbuds surge
through freezing rain and snow-soaked
mud, new life will re-emerge.
The last tenacious leaves aloft
twist softly in chill breezes
Beneath the carpet down below,
the salamander squeezes
through branching tunnels deep
and dark, seeking heat within
His golden spots like sunlight
specks upon an ink black skin.
A morning dove calls softly in
the new day's chilly light
Along the branch the peepers sing
of warmer summer night
Soft mosses bloom on rock and
rot, a tiny new arrival,
Announcing all that is to come:
Her glorious revival!
A cheerful group of daffodils
shine brightly through the mist
Their yellow ruffled faces wet
with dew and sunrise kissed
Returning birds seek lovers at
impromptu raindrop baths
As Springtime slowly wakens all
along Persephone's Path.
kbh 3-25-02