From Persephone to Demeter1."Persephone"'Ripe red fruit so bright'Think, Persephone, in yoursunless cave: Was it?2."The Challenge of the Mountains"Do not look afraidat the way the mountains stand-be as tall as them3."Rejuvenate"May's charming sway:lilt of chirping lilies pleato my forlorn heart4."Ripples"Sprightly did my soulpursue passion in ripples:rings of sanguine song5."The Birthing of Days"A spark, a sparkle,a flame, a fire, a blaze-the birthing of days6."Demeter"Demeter lies indaffodils on the crisp cusp:clifftops sing her name
TaurusI was born on May's first daythat effervescent month of flowersthat part of spring working up fervorfor the heat of summer.Taurus' heart is formed amidstbeauty of life regenerating withsoil-stained feet absorbingnature's every biorhythm.My season dictates seasons.I am not the portrait of composure,of refinery or flair butwhat I do represent is the charge ofmolecules swarming towards oceans withwaves in perpetual flow reachingupward for the moon,never quite getting there butnever stopping,flowing, flowing tothe cave you hide inside, projectingsardonic visions to say that all is stagnantthat what will be will always behow can I believe when everything within me and outside meis unrelenting, unabashed, unapologetic change?Could it be you are just a little afraid?Could it be I am not in need of taming butyou are in need of embracing the wildfireof the bush on the edge of that clipse whereearth meets sun?You who shrivels in the deadening October foliageseven day
Unisontendrils touching tenderly theshared heart that glues usthe same fear that fastens our handsto scorching hot fleshwe are bubbling, brewingwe are stewing underneathwe are not waiting to explore territory;we are waiting to forge new one.and you will not know this brand ofcataclysmic love with any otherfor I have perfected the algorithmwhile others merely collect pebbles among its shores,caught up in the glimmer of sand-polished micamyopic to the majesty of your eruptions.