Persephone

Persephone
Today, when you can see the 'dark lady of the sonnets'
On any subway train
(Commonplace beauty, which long ago was rare);
Will Persephone too
Step up
From dark and cold below,
And tread the high stone stair to spring?

Frail blossoms,
Spring Beauties and Violet,
Withered by Winter's long embrace
Lie dormant in her hair;
She enters, Our Lady of the Spring,
Trailing the ghosts of crocus past,
Last spring's remembered rain.
Through the rolling roar of trains
She moves
Upward
Into the light.

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