Circle of the Seasons

By GCleare

Down the Garden Path

Persephone's Secret
by Gail Cleare

She slits her eyes and spies
As he carries her away,
Thinking he is in charge.
But the path that leads
Over the hill and under it
Was mowed a week ago.
She swoons,
Falling back into his arms.
Dark horses streak like the autumn wind,
The sound of bliss.

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