Avast yee and take heed
Whence she walked autumn once fell
A modern year Persephone
As far as you or I could tell

She smelled of pomegranates
And took the spring for granted
Behind her step clouds did gather
Turning the sky volcanic

Adorned with golden leaves
Her skin a perpetual pink
Never would thine and summer
Be fated a length-full meet

Persephone’s on the garden path
Walking beat for beat
All the reflections upon the pond
To be trampled at her feet

On the ‘morrow she takes her leave
And if she cracks a smile
There would be not to believe
On the solitary mile