Day 5

Persephone

I feel the season's pull, the promise
of warmth on my winter pale skin.
It's in the voice of the tree bird that sings
outside my window in the darkest
part of the night, in the green tight furled
leaf waiting for the light. Spit out the pips,
& I would never have been tied to a life
that is no life at all.

© Ceri Lloyd 5 April 2020