Persephone

She was the face of spring,
Irises flowering deep in her eyes, falling
Sweet rain beaded and swept
An unpinned curtain of hair.

Like fire, she came, feverishly warm, dancing
Her laugh, the lyrical refrain
Etched in the trickling current-
Crystal living threads in the ice
Whispered that spring was here.

Of course, that truth wilted,
And all blooms fell to dust
When she ceased to dine with me.