THE WEAVE:

From the diary

of Persephone…

 
Courting Pluto

He comes in Time,
always back upon the Autumn. 
He waves into your Hearth. 
He Falls friendly. You
 
hold him in that
burn. You let him
touch you, if he tries.
You gaze into him longer.

Choosing every Time,
to face the Dust
and Resurrection.