When the leaves shrivel,
flowers faint and die.
Harvest must be gathered,
signs that winter is nigh.

"Why's the land fallow?"
We'd ask of the Earth.
She shifts on her axis,
sways her great girth.
      
  There used to be stories,
about the changes you see.
They blamed it on Hades,
when he tricked Persephone.

She had taken six arils,
of which she did eat.
Hades grinned gladly,
upon his great seat.

They said she's doomed,
for six months a year.
To serve below ground,
Earth's kind left in fear.

Chimera existed!
People would believe.
The fantastic in real life,
has taken its leave.

Now we have science,
and it's true what it's told.
But we've lost all the magic,
in the world we behold.

Content while I sit here,
on a cool Autumn night.
We have kept it alive,
in the things that we write.