The sweetest summer gift of all
Is knowing spring gives way to fall
And when the winds of winter call,
We’ll answer as we must.
Persephone chose to descend
Into the night that has no end,
In Hades’ hands she goes to spend
Her nights amidst the dust.
For Hades holds his loved ones dear,
Away from life, away from fear,
And so when death is drawing near,
In Hades’ hands we trust.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, June 23, 2041