maiden of the shades

canopies of moss

coat the heirlooms of blooms

as knowing petals, much wiser than she

wander upon the forest of green

unhurried steps kiss the soil

as earthen creatures awaken

to follow her through the seeds of time

she sips the wind, a wise friend to the shade

for the lust of the sun is but a myth here

a singsong to her soul, she bows to the call

as narcissus blades and violas dance upon the rivers edge

burying her head into springtime’s perfume

the minnows peek and birds rest their wings

to catch a glimpse of she,

their persephone

Emancipator/Natural Cause

-just breathe-