holding
the world in
the realms of
the night,
the realms of
the living,
keeping
a revolving
sphere on
its axis, so
ready to
fall off.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees