Persephone Please Stay, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Prosperina (1870) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Persephone Please Stay

The weak morning shadows mourn summer’s song,
While bedded flowers are gasping for breath.
Trees of many sorts start getting undressed.
With a cool breeze, their leaves glide to the ground
Making them unfinished crossword puzzles
Dwellers of their branches have taken flight
The canvas of brilliant emerald green
Now takes on the look of an aged billboard
The awe-inspiring purple meadow rue
Once the proud snacking place for countless bees
Stands, its seeds un-ceremonial fall
But shall surrender to prevailing winds
The soft subtle fragrance of new mown grass
That had calming affects is no longer
All that remains waits for the killing frost.
Which will sadly come on the day after
The beautiful Persephone departs