Spring’s Arrival

She rose from the earth

Like a corpse come to life

She coughed up dirt

And shielded her eyes.

“Where am I?”

She asked.

I dropped the hose

That was in my hand,

I had come outside

Just to water the plants.

Her skin was rotted,

But I watched it heal.

I tried to speak,

But no words came out,

“Oh, perfect.” She said,

Lifting the hose to her face.

“We don’t get a drop to drink

In that dark, wretched place.

“H-how did you get here?”

I asked,

Finding my words,

“Oh, excuse my manners,

I’m Persephone,

Back, from the underworld.”

She ran a hand

Through her long brown hair

And I watched in shock,

As flowers began to grow there.

Her cheeks grew pink

As she blinked-

Away dust.

“So, what’s fun to do here?”

She asked,

Filling the air with a floral smell,

“I’ve got nine months to spare,

And then it's right back 

To Hell.”