The Seasons

A Thought,

indefinite and young,

rolled among meadow grass and spring flowers,

flashing with light.


A Thought,

pooling and unwavering,

grew in lazy night and cold passion,

heavy with lust.


A child of laughter,

colored by blood.


A beast of stone,

grayed by time.


In cresting shadows,

each fought free

and the boy Hades met the Lady Persephone.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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