the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.
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