Here She Comes Again

Let us love winter for it is the spring of genius.~Pietro Aretino

In winter I typically hover
over the abyss despair uncover
queen of the underworld in the dark hours
longing for the light, so disempowered

even though I study Persephone
I’m literal. Metaphorically
her descent makes sense. My beloved trees
unleaf and pose naked in the deep freeze

while I am buffeted by change. I cope
composing poetry of warmth and hope,
slide under quilts savvy grandmothers sewed
bequests for the long winters they forebode.

Inspired by: Typical, Hope, Abyss and Hover.


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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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