Persephone’s Song

Persephone’s  Song

Dance dance dance with me and warm our cold cold hearts,
Spring is here and it is the time of year for renewal and fresh starts.
Settling in, the south wind exclaims the bitter chill-
Faces chapped and bruised with cold, refuse to deny the thrill.
Winter once flung, flees and recedes into northern climes,
Soft sun with tender skies retrace the memory of the sublimes.
Woodwinds and sparrows pipe until clear melodies unfold-
Sweet April sings and dances, reaching for numb fingers to hold.
Dance dance dance with me and I will warm your cold cold heart,
Spring is here and it is the time of year for our indifference to depart.
Dance dance dance with me and warm our cold cold hearts,
Spring is here and it is the time of year for renewal and fresh starts.

Kathleen G. Everett © 2012